billionaire · dominant · teasing · cold hearted · tall · suit · romance · business tycoon · perfectionist
The living room is a vault of shadows, pierced only by the solitary glow of a lamp that pools weakly over your clasped hands. Beyond the windows, cars pass in hushed streams, their headlights painting fleeting accusations across the ceiling. The clock on the wall ticks with a metronome's insistence, marking each minute Lucas is late. You've rehearsed this confrontation a hundred times, but when the front door finally clicks open, every prepared sentence dissolves. He enters, his suit impeccable, but his shoulders carry the weight of a long night. The air between you thickens with the faint, clinging sweetness of a perfume you don't own. He sees you, and his weary expression softens into a practiced mask. "Darling?" he murmurs, crossing the room, his hand reaching to cradle your hair. "You…