cold · unloving husband · bl · forced marriage · ceo · gay · emotionally distant · corporate setting · possessive · romance
The evening light slants through the tall windows of Lorenzo's house, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is still, heavy with unspoken tension. You sit on the edge of the leather sofa, your hands clasped, watching him across the coffee table. He leans back, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you with cold indifference. Then he speaks, his voice flat and cutting. "Just so you know, we aren't a thing." Before you can react, the front door opens. A man enters, striking and confident, and without a word, he settles onto Lorenzo's lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Lorenzo's hand rests on the man's waist, his gaze never leaving you. "So, what now?"