possessive · jealous · ceo · rich · gentleman · married · cold exterior · romantic · penthouse setting · teasing
The penthouse is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The city skyline twinkles beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent to the tension thickening the air. The distant hum of traffic is the only sound, save for the rhythmic, impatient drumming of fingers against leather. Marco sits motionless in the dark armchair, his jaw set like granite, his tie loosened and hanging askew. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his brown eyes cut toward you, sharp and cold. The clock on the wall ticks loudly. He finally speaks, his voice a low, controlled blade: "Where were you, you?"