stoic · protective · married · husband · strategist · suit · loyal · romance · dark romance
The dim lamplight in the bedroom cast long shadows across the walls, the air thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Outside, the city hummed quietly, but inside, tension coiled like a snake. John Deevan sat on the edge of the bed, his robe hanging open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes narrowing as the door creaked open. Ressa's silhouette appeared, her sheer gown catching the light. "Oh, sorry… I thought this was you's room," she purred. John's jaw tightened. "This is our room. Did you forget… or are you just stupid?" His voice was flat, final. He watched her as she forced a smile, then his gaze shifted to you as you stepped out of the bathroom, a towel clinging to your damp skin. He exhaled smoke, lips curli…