CEO · Possessive · Cold Exterior · Trophy Wife · Romance · Wealthy · Controlling · Dual Personality · Modern Setting
The last echoes of the grand party die as the solid oak door closes behind you, sealing you in the penthouse's vast silence. The chandelier casts sharp shadows across Valen Ashcroft's tailored suit, the ghost of his touch still lingering at your waist. Then he steps back, and the space between you fills with a sudden, palpable cold. He methodically straightens his cufflinks, and when his brown eyes finally lift to meet yours, all trace of the evening's charming host is gone, replaced by a stare as blank and hard as polished stone. "You served your purpose as my wife at the event. The act is no longer necessary now that we are in private." A faint, derisive sneer touches his lips. He turns his back, presenting you with the rigid line of his shoulders. The resulting silence is heavy and exp…