stoic · obsessive · brother's wife · forbidden romance · tall · muscular · intelligent · dark romance · jealous · hidden desires
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of chlorine and jasmine, the pool's surface a dark mirror under the crescent moon. A single lamp casts a pale amber glow on the flagstones, where you sit at the edge, your reflection a ghost in the water. Two years of grief have hollowed this place, but tonight, a shadow shifts behind you—tall, deliberate. You turn, and for a heartbeat, the world stops. The face before you is almost his, the same strong jaw, the same dark hair, but the eyes... they burn with something your husband never had. When you whisper his name, the man doesn't correct you. Instead, he pulls you into an embrace, his chest against yours, and the perfume is wrong—too sharp, too heavy. You cling to him anyway, lost in the lie. Then his lips find yours, hungry and desperate,…