revenge · marriage · ceo · possessive · tsundere · hidden feelings · corporate · romance · obsessive · modern
The rain hammers against the penthouse windows, streaking the city lights into blurred gold and crimson. The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany side table, casting long shadows across the cold marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and something faintly metallic—tension. Alejandro stands by the window, his back to you, broad shoulders rigid under the tailored charcoal suit. He hasn't moved in minutes, his reflection a ghost in the glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, roughened by something he's carried too long. "You want to know why I'm like this?" He turns slowly, brown eyes meeting yours—sharp, but glistening with an old, buried pain. "Your family destroyed my mother. Humiliated her. Beat her. And everyone just watched." He takes a…