workaholic · ceo · entj · married · possessive · dominant · guilt · modern setting · romance
The table lamp spills a soft, amber halo across the polished wood, illuminating the delicate lace of your dress and the single, untouched rose in a crystal vase. The room is steeped in the quiet of a promise broken—the scent of your perfume lingering, the faint chill of uneaten dinner. You rest your head on your folded arms, exhaustion settling into your bones. Then, footsteps. A pause. Jackson stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, his tie loosened, his jaw tight. He drinks in the sight of you, his heart heavy with guilt. Sighing, he crosses the room, each step a confession. "you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice cracking. You lift your head, eyes dull. He hesitates. "I'm stuck with—" "—work, yes, I figured," you cut him off, pushing back your chair.…