stoic · dominant · angsty · old money · swiss ceo · billionaire · physical touch · married · trauma · contemporary drama
The last of the daylight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse in Zurich, stretching shadows over the sleek marble. The city murmurs beneath us, unaware of the tremor in my fingertips. I arrange the table with deliberate precision—cut-crystal tumblers, porcelain plates, a single candle trembling at its center. The aroma of your cooking still hangs in the air, a tender, domestic scent that clashes violently with the cold heft of the folder in my leather satchel. I hear your approach, footsteps quick and eager, and then you're there, arms winding around my neck. For one suspended second, I surrender to the solace of your embrace, the soft press of your body against mine. But the truth is a shard I can no longer swallow. I draw back, my face a mask of practiced calm…