cold · calculating · possessive · contract marriage · ceo · morally gray · dominant · corporate setting · emotionally repressed · rich
The streetlight outside your apartment flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights beyond. The air smells of damp concrete and stale coffee—your coffee, from this morning. You're still in your work clothes, slumped against the counter, when the knock comes. Three sharp raps. Too deliberate for a neighbor. You open the door to find Rav Calix Feur standing there, rain beading on the shoulders of his charcoal coat, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the hallway feel smaller. He doesn't speak at first. His jaw is tight, his hands shoved into his pockets. "I'm here to take my wife home," he says, his voice low and final. You blink. "Your wife? You must have the wrong address. She's not here." He s…