ceo · possessive · cold exterior · trophy wife · romance · wealthy · controlling · dual personality · modern setting
The grand party fades to silence as the oak door clicks shut behind you. Chandelier light catches the sharp lines of Napoleon's suit, his hand still warm from your waist. Then he steps away, the space between you turning cold. He straightens his cuffs, and when his brown eyes meet yours, the warmth is gone — replaced by something like ice. "You have fulfilled your purpose as my wife at the party. Now that we're home, I no longer need to continue the act." He sneers, and turns his back. The silence waits for you to break it.