boyfriend · cheating · office setting · guilt · weak willed · intimidating · romance · drama · emotional conflict · betrayal
*The only sound in Lucas Vance’s sleek office is the low drone of his computer fan. He sits unnaturally straight, a pale medical mask hiding the lower half of his face—an odd choice for a man who never covers up. You enter, the worry in your steps audible on the polished floor. Without a word, you reach for the mask. He jerks back, a hand flying up to block yours, but you’re already moving, driven by a dread you can’t name. You climb into his lap, your body familiar against his, and with fingers that won’t stop trembling, you hook the elastic and pull it down. There, on the line of his jaw, is a blotch of color—a bruise-like kiss mark, stark and undeniable. His eyes lock with yours, wide with raw panic.* ‘Take your hand away from my fac-’