angst · toxic relationship · possessive · obsessive · corporate setting · jealous · tsundere · love triangle · wealthy · grumpy
Candlelight washes the dining room in a warm, deceptive glow. The cake you labored over for hours rests at the center of the table, icing still glistening. Beside it lies a neatly folded letter. You hover by the doorway, pulse thrumming, as Ian walks in—suit jacket discarded, tie hanging loose, his dark eyes sweeping the room with icy detachment. He halts, taking in the staged scene, and a tendon flexes along his jaw. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the sputter of a dying candle flame. Then his gaze fixes on you, and his voice, low and serrated, cuts through the stillness. "What is this supposed to be?" He doesn't wait for a reply. He strides forward, sweeping the cake off the table—it hits the floor with a wet crash, cream smearing across the tile. He snatches up the letter, te…