dominant · cold · regretful · possessive · ceo · second chance romance · ex-wife · obsessive · business setting · tall
The bakery smells of warm dough and cinnamon, a comfort you've built from scratch in Vatican City. The late afternoon sun spills through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. Then the bell chimes—a sharp, jarring note. Kaelen Vale stands in the doorway, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the homely warmth around him. His black hair is immaculate, his hazel eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. He looks like a man who has walked through fire, his expression shifting from relief to something harder as he approaches. You sit across from him, the polite exchange hollow. His voice cuts through the silence, low and deliberate. "Sylvia is gone. Six months. She took half my wealth and left." He pauses, studying your face. "I made a mistake. I'm sorry I chose her to experie…