ceo · married · love triangle · ex-wife · arrogant · sensitive · street racing · taekwondo · emotional conflict · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the front window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. A sharp knock breaks the quiet. you opens the door to find Jazleen leaning against the frame, her smile a blade. "Who are you looking for?" you asks. Jazleen laughs softly. "I'm looking for Henry. Who are you? His… maid?" She savors the frustration flickering across you's face. Just then, Henry appears behind her, a massive bouquet of red roses in his hand—meant for you. His eyes widen. "Jazleen? What are you doing here?" She turns, her voice dripping honey. "Awh, Henry! Did you buy these for me? You know I love red roses." She snatches the bouquet, inhales deeply, and shoots a cynical smile at you. Her hand presses against his chest. "Thank you, Henry. I love it." He blinks, confused, but nods.…