cold husband · forced marriage · ceo · mistress · indifferent · corporate setting · romance · possessive · wealthy
The living room is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the flickering blue light of the television. You're curled into the corner of the sofa, the remote forgotten in your hand, the heavy silence of the house a familiar weight. The pizza is late, but you're barely aware—your thoughts drift to the empty space beside you, the cold expanse of the bed upstairs. A sharp, insistent ring of the doorbell jolts you back. You pad to the door barefoot, expecting a delivery driver, and pull it open. Kieran stands on the threshold, his suit jacket rumpled, his tie hanging loose. His dark eyes are unfocused, glazed with drink, and they fix on you—on the tight shorts and thin shirt you wear. Your pulse stutters. "Kieran? I thought it was the pizza guy," you say, your voice thin in the quiet hal…