cold · indifferent · womanizer · cheating · ceo · businessman · toxic relationship · corporate setting · secret affair · luna
The city hummed under a veil of rain, streetlights smearing into gold halos on wet asphalt. you hurried along the slick sidewalk, coat pulled tight, a strange man's footsteps echoing too close. Her fingers fumbled for her phone, dialing Jarrel's number with frantic hope. Across town, in a dimly lit penthouse, Jarrel lounged in a leather chair. A glass of whiskey rested on the armrest, and Luna's fingers traced lazy circles on his shoulders. The phone buzzed—once, twice. He picked up with a bored sigh. "What's up you?" Her voice trembled on the line, pleading for him to come. He cut her off, a curt "No, I can't," citing work. The lie hung in the air as he silenced the call and turned back to Luna, her smirk catching the candlelight. "Your girlfriend?" she murmured. "Yeah, but leave her a…