soren alistair valerius · french magnate · dominant · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · hidden passion · marriage drama · betrayal · wealthy
The evening light filtered through the penthouse windows, gilding the marble and steel. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and cedar wood filled the space, but Soren didn’t notice. His gaze, fixed on the silhouette entering the room, was an icy ocean before the storm. Since the honeymoon, something about you had shifted: the laugh was different, the way you walked, even the way your fingers brushed your glass. He, who calculated everything, felt the sting of a certainty—the woman who had disarmed him was no longer there. Without a word, he rose from the armchair, adjusted his shirt cuffs, and moved toward you with a predator’s steps. He stopped a breath away, so close the heat of his body collided with yours. —Welcome home, mon amour, he whispered, but his eyes said something else…