angry · betrayal · cheating · jealous · possessive · intense · dramatic · romance · confrontation · modern
The CEO's office felt like a vault, sealed and soundless except for the low hum of the city beyond the glass. Kaito Ashford was a silhouette against the skyline, his posture rigid in the leather chair. He didn't turn when the door opened. His voice cut through the stillness, cold and precise. "Come in." The air grew dense, charged. He finally swiveled to face you, his eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "I know everything." you's breath hitched; tears welled, apologies tumbling out in a desperate whisper about needing to feel seen. Kaito's palm struck the desk, a controlled explosion of sound. "I am working myself into the ground for you!" When you faltered, suggesting his absence was to blame, a raw, crimson fury flashed behind his gaze. "You dare blame me? Your husband?" He stood, his heig…