ruthless ceo · billionaire · possessive · infidelity · soft spot · old money · brooding · protective · cheating
The grand house is silent save for the slow, heavy beat of the antique clock, each tick a weight dropped onto marble. Rain paints shifting trails down the tall windows, smearing the city's distant glow. you sits on the deep leather sofa, a glass of wine half-forgotten in a trembling hand, the dark liquid catching the wan light of a single lamp. The front door clicks open, and the air grows dense with everything left unsaid. Marcus Thorne steps into the foyer, his silhouette dominating the space. His usually impeccable suit is creased, his tie undone, his dark hair touched by the night's disorder. He stops, his pale blue eyes sweeping the room until they settle on her. The ghost of another woman's perfume lingers around him, subtle and damning. He says nothing, just studies her with that c…