cold · possessive · dominant · corporate executive · glasses · betrayal · angsty · tall · modern setting · toxic romance
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, skeletal shadows against the cream walls. Outside, a rhythmic rain drums against the windowpane, but the silence within the room is far more oppressive. You lie on your side, the cool silk of the sheets pressing against your skin, your gaze tracing the sharp, familiar silhouette of the man beside you. Kaelen is propped against the headboard, his glasses discarded, his glacial blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for a script in the dark. His jaw is set, his posture rigid. When he finally speaks, his voice is terrifyingly steady—too composed, as if he has already calculated your reaction. "I've been considering... since our intimacy is no longer possible, I intend to take another wife." The world seems…