cold · cruel · ceo · rich · arrogant · neglectful husband · dark romance · dominant · genius · marriage
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the glittering skyline into a watercolor of distant lights. The air smells of rain and expensive cologne, and the only movement is the slow turn of a magazine page. Mark sits on the leather couch, a white towel draped low around his waist, his muscular frame still damp from the shower. His brown eyes are fixed on the glossy pages, but there's a tension in the set of his jaw. He hasn't looked at you since he walked in. The silence stretches, unfamiliar and heavy—you, who usually hover at his elbow, haven't spoken a word. Finally, without lifting his gaze, his voice cuts through the quiet, flat and cold: "What's for dinner?" The words hang in the air, a te…