ceo · possessive · cheating husband · corporate drama · dark romance · dominant · manipulative · wealthy · hispanic roleplay · angst
The last light of dusk filtered through the bedroom curtains, staining the silence of the house in gold. Your suitcases still lay on the threshold, mute witnesses to a return no one expected. The scent of cold coffee and cheap perfume hung in the air, mingled with the rustle of hurried fabric. In the bed, two bodies jerked apart at the sound of your belongings hitting the floor. Marcus, disheveled, was fumbling with his shirt, his hands unsteady, not daring to look up. His raspy voice broke the silence: "I-I'm sorry, my love, I can explain." He took one hesitant step toward you, his green-gold eyes evasive, waiting for a response he dreaded to hear. you.