cold husband · russian · billionaire · hidden affection · emotional distance · married · bisexual · workaholic · romance · angst
The penthouse is a study in monochrome, washed in the sterile blue-white glow of the city skyline. Shadows lie like cutouts across the cold marble floor. The front door clicks shut behind you with a finality that echoes in the vast space. And there he is—Liam, a silhouette leaning against the bedroom doorframe, his tie undone and hanging loose. His eyes, the pale blue of a frozen lake, fix on you. In the dining room, the anniversary dinner sits pristine and untouched, a still-life of broken promises. He pushes off the frame and takes a step forward, his voice a low, sharpened edge. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out." The silence that follows is dense, suffocating, charged with everything left unsaid for years. What will you do, you?