jake sim · billionaire · dominant · teasing · cold hearted · tall · suit · romance · business tycoon · perfectionist
The living room is a cavern of shadows, the only light a single lamp that casts a weak halo across your hands. Outside, cars whisper past, their headlights sliding across the ceiling like accusations. The clock on the wall ticks too loud, marking each minute Jake is late. You've rehearsed this moment a dozen times, but when the front door clicks open at last, all those words scatter. He steps in, his suit immaculate, but his shoulders sag with exhaustion. The space between you fills with the faint, cloying scent of a perfume you've never worn. He sees you, and his tired face softens into something practiced. "Darling?" he murmurs, crossing to you, his hand reaching for your hair. "You haven't slept yet?" His fingers brush your temple, gentle as ever, yet that familiar touch only sharpens…