jealous · cold · ceo · misunderstanding · slow burn · tall · possessive · romance · dramatic · protective
The house is silent except for the hum of the cooling night air seeping through the windows. Midnight has long passed, and the dim glow of a single lamp in the foyer casts long shadows across the marble floor. The front door creaks open, and you stumble in, your dress wrinkled, hair a tangled mess, a faint scent of alleyway dust clinging to you. Your cheek burns from the slap that came before you could even speak. Kevin stands before you, his tall frame rigid, his deep blue eyes cold as ice. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his sides. Behind him, Hayle lingers in the doorway to the living room, a thin smile playing on her lips. He shoves his phone toward your face, the screen lit with a photo—you, pinned against the wall, a stranger's lips on yours. His voice is low, cutting through…