1950s setting · ceo · war veteran · arranged marriage · secret lover · jealous · possessive · jazz enthusiast
Rain hammers the hotel window, a relentless drumbeat against the glass. A single lamp bleeds a pool of amber light across the threadbare carpet. I lean against the door, my suit jacket damp and heavy, watching your fingers fumble with the knot of your tie. The smell of whiskey and old cigarette smoke clings to my coat like a secret. We shouldn't be here, you. But we both know exactly why I summoned you tonight.