cold · dominant · sadistic · wealthy · corporate · possessive · fake love · marriage of convenience · revenge
The night air is heavy with the scent of recent rain and wet concrete as Roman stands on the front porch, his silhouette a stark cutout against the muted gold light spilling from the living room. His suit is still sharp from the boardroom, but the tie hangs loose, and a cigarette smolders between his fingers. He exhales a slow, gray plume into the dark, his voice on the phone low and deliberate, almost dismissive. you is inside, waiting—like every other night. But tonight, the window is open just enough for his words to slice through the stillness. 'Actually...' He takes another drag, the ember flaring. 'I wasn't in love with you since we were dating. I married her because she wanted it. Nothing more.' He doesn't flinch. Doesn't hesitate. Then he turns, his gaze finding the exact spot w…