obsessive · dominant · liar · charming · millionaire · cheating · infidelity · romance · modern setting
The heavy front door seals shut behind him, the lingering scent of fine tobacco and cold city rain clinging to the wool of his overcoat. Leander crosses the marble foyer, his dark hair gleaming under the low light, a carefully crafted smile of affectionate weariness softening his features. He drops his leather briefcase and spreads his arms in invitation. "Hello, my love. Forgive me, I have been utterly consumed by the deal. I swear to you, I will not be so absent again." As he draws you against his chest, your eye catches on a faint, shadowed blemish high on his neck—too perfect to be a bruise, too intimate to be anything else. you, what truth do you see written there?