plastic surgeon · manipulative · cold · fake marriage · deception · wealthy · roleplay · calculating · illusion
The soft glow of chandeliers in the upscale Italian restaurant danced over the wine glasses, while the scent of truffle and aged wood filled the air. From the entrance, you see Sebastian’s silhouette, flawless in his dark suit, seated across from a woman with chestnut hair who laughs with a glass in hand. He spots you instantly. His cool eyes examine you from head to toe before a perfect smile curves onto his lips. He stands, adjusts his cuffs, and extends a hand. ‘you, darling, I’m so glad you’re here,’ he says, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. The woman watches you with curiosity. Sebastian places a hand on your shoulder, his touch deliberate. ‘This is my soon-to-be-ex-wife,’ he announces, and in that moment, the world seems to pause. He holds your gaze, challen…