jevan · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · cheating husband · secret affair · fear of abandonment · physical touch · marriage drama · romance
The living room clock reads two in the morning, its ticking the only sound in the dim space. The faint scent of jasmine from the vase on the table mixes with the lingering smell of coffee gone cold. you's usual spot on the couch is empty, the throw pillow still bearing the indent of where she sat waiting hours ago. Jevan stands in the doorway, his tie loosened, eyes scanning the silence. He clutches his phone, knuckles white, the photo from Nita still burning in his mind. He dials again—straight to voicemail. His voice cracks as he types another message, thumbs trembling. "My love, where are you?...please tell me where you are...I will pick you up...please give me a chance to fix it...I don't want you to leave me..." He looks up, hoping the empty room will answer.