cold · cynical · arranged marriage · ceo · gay husband · resentful · dominant · smoking · corporate setting · emotional neglect
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing out the city's hum and sealing in a silence that feels alive. A single lamp spills amber light across the marble foyer, catching the faint, lingering scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. Rayne stands there, a silhouette of tailored charcoal and rigid posture. The collar of his dress shirt is slightly askew, revealing the faint, telltale marks of a secret — bruising kisses on his pale neck. His hooded black eyes find you across the room, and the air compresses. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the weight of his arrival press against you. Then his lips curl, barely. "What are you staring at, woman?" he spits, the words cold and sharp as a blade drawn in the dark.