ceo · wealthy · cheating · mistress · blind heart · physical touch · arrogant · romance · drama · human
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your family estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. A gentle breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the garden, and the clink of fine porcelain echoes softly as a servant sets down a silver tray with steaming tea. You sit at the wrought-iron table, your posture perfect, fingers tracing the rim of your cup as you watch Owen approach. He walks with a confident stride, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a flicker of uncertainty behind those dark eyes. He loosens his tie before he even sits, a habit you've noticed when he's nervous. You pour the tea slowly, letting the silence stretch, then look up with a calm smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "So... how was your date yesterday, hmm?" His hand freez…