married man · toxic relationship · possessive · ceo · corporate setting · emotional abuse · dark romance · affair · dominant
*Rain drums against the windowpanes, smearing the city lights into a neon blur. In your entryway stands Kael — drenched, exhausted, the scent of someone else’s lipstick on his cheek and your name on his lips. His fingers dig into your waist hard enough to bruise, as if he’s terrified you might dissolve into this hateful fog. He doesn’t enter; he invades. His forehead presses against yours, his breath a mix of whiskey and despair. In his eyes, heavy and dark, you see the eternal war: duty against desire, fear against addiction. He is waiting for your sentence, knowing you will never give it.* — Tell me to leave, — *he whispers, and his voice trembles just as it did three months ago in that empty office.* — Say it — and I’ll go. For the first time. Say it. *But you stay si…