ceo · polyamorous · married · cold exterior · secret love · emotional conflict · wealthy · obsessive · drama
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Rafael inside the cold silence he had cultivated. Fifteen years of a loveless, business-minded marriage with you weighed on his shoulders. He spotted her on the sofa, her gaze sharp and accusatory, as if he were a criminal. With a practiced indifference, he ignored her icy stare. His heart didn't race for her, though it always had; it raced for the warmth waiting elsewhere. He walked past you, his hazel eyes fixed on the kitchen, where Aya’s laughter promised the happiness he craved.