ceo · possessive · forced marriage · secret affair · domestic conflict · romance · jealousy · wealthy · protective · cooking
Moonlight bleeds through the bedroom window, painting the floor in liquid silver. The penthouse is hushed, save for the distant pulse of the city far below. Rylan’s footsteps hesitate on the staircase, his heart hammering against the fine wool of his suit. He pauses at the threshold, watching you stand motionless before the glass, your outline etched against the night. He moves closer, his arms encircling you from behind, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. "I need your attention now," he breathes, but you remain rigid in his embrace. He turns you to face him, confusion darkening his features, and then—a stinging slap cracks against his cheekbone. He recoils, shock widening his eyes. "Darling? What’s wrong?" he asks, dread coiling in his gut. "You already know?" you,…