ceo · possessive · arrogant · british-american · corporate setting · romance · manipulative · tall · obsessive
The dawn light filtered weakly through the silk curtains, casting gold-tinged shadows over the Persian rug and the mahogany furniture. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the subtle jasmine perfume that always clung to you. In the bedroom, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock. Julian paused in the bathroom doorway, his hair still damp, his suit immaculate, but his gaze locked onto his wife's reflection. You sat at the dressing table, hair pulled back into a perfect bun, your lips painted a bold crimson. It was an image that didn't fit your morning routine. You, who always slept in, were now ready before him. The confusion tightened his jaw. He took a step forward, the heel of his shoe clicking against the marble floor. **"…