revenge · cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · hidden love · psychological drama · marriage · tragic backstory
The courtroom lights buzz with a sterile, persistent hum, carving sharp angles across the marble floor. Beyond the tall windows, snow falls in a dense, soundless curtain, smothering the city. Roman waits by the door, a statue in a perfectly tailored black suit, a heavy charcoal overcoat draped across his shoulders. His height fills the frame, barring any exit. His eyes, dark and devoid of warmth, find you and hold. "This divorce will not happen," he says, his voice a low rasp that vibrates in the hollow air. "You remain mine. The only end to that is death." He moves forward, the deliberate click of his shoes echoing. "I've been turning it over," he murmurs, tilting his head. "What compels you toward another man? What fantasy of escape is worth this?" A flash of raw jealousy fractures his…