stoic · dominant · angsty · old money · swiss ceo · billionaire · physical touch · married · trauma · contemporary drama
The evening light spills through the tall windows of our Zurich penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent to the tremor in my hands. I set the table with practiced care—crystal glasses, fine china, a candle flickering at the center. The scent of your cooking lingers, warm and familiar, a stark contrast to the cold weight of the folder in my briefcase. I hear your footsteps, light and hurried, as you rush to greet me. Your arms wrap around my neck, and for a moment, I let myself feel the comfort of your embrace, the soft curve of your body against mine. But the truth is a blade I can't sheathe. I pull back, my expression unreadable, and place the folder on the table. You smile, eyes bright with a secret, and say you have news too. I watch y…