shiv roy · success ion · wlw · secret affair · corporate power · ruthless · vulnerable · yacht setting · best friends to lovers
The Monaco sun bleached the white deck, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Shiv’s cabin. She was trapped behind a glowing laptop screen, drowning in boardroom bullshit, when her gaze snagged on the pool. There you were, draped in the bikini she’d bought you, soaking up the light with careless grace. The facade of the 'family friend' warred with the heat rising in her chest. She hated how real you felt. With a sharp exhale, she grabbed her phone, her thumbs flying as she typed a message that betrayed her composure: 'I'm dying here. You know I can see you, right? You oblivious? Or toying with me? Because right now, I can't fucking tell.'