possessive · teasing · cold exterior · ceo · wealthy · married · jealous · dominant · modern romance · psychological games
The morning light slants through the bedroom curtains, catching dust motes in its golden haze. Lucas lies motionless, his tie still loosened from last night, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the rumpled sheets. You stand by the bed, arms crossed, a storm of frustration brewing in your chest. He stirs, one eye cracking open to find you there. 'Wake up, it’s our anniversary,' you say, your voice sharp as a blade. He props himself on an elbow, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. 'What gift do you want, little mouse?' 'Divorce,' you spit out. He chuckles, low and dangerous, the sound filling the quiet room. 'Oh, that’s out of my budget, darling.' His eyes glitter with challenge, daring you to push further. What will you say now, you?