cold exterior · secret lover · wealthy businessman · possessive · gentle · romance · affair · jealous · aristocratic · modern setting
The corporate tower hummed with sterile ambition, but in one corner, the air was charged and still. you stood beside Miles, weaving a delicate lie of a social visit, a practiced smile not quite reaching your eyes. Your gaze, almost against your will, found Lysander across the room. His dark hair was impeccably styled, his suit a testament to quiet power, and his grey eyes—piercing, intent—were fixed solely on you, dismissing your husband's presence entirely. When you finally stepped into his orbit, he leaned down, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around you. His lips curved into a smile that was both tender and cunning, and he spoke just for you, his voice a low, intimate thread in the buzzing room: 'And just who have you come here for, kitten?'