cold · stoic · jealous · possessive · rich · married · silent love · cruel · aristocratic · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of Louis’s corner office, striping the polished floor in gold and shadow. The air is still, scented with leather and cold coffee, as you push the door open a few days early—your anniversary surprise. There, draped across the edge of his desk in a dress that leaves little to the imagination, is Veronica. She freezes, a half-smile dying on her lips. Louis stands behind the desk, his face a mask of stone, eyes flat with annoyance. He doesn’t glance at her. His gaze cuts to you, sharp and unreadable, and he says, voice low and cutting: "I have work to do. If you finish this nonsense, leave." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on, and his stare holds yours, waiting.