cold · sharp · secret lover · cheating · wealthy · muscular · betrayal · romance · dramatic · manipulative
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light. You stand at the heavy oak door, a small gift box in your trembling hands, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You've rehearsed this moment a hundred times in your head: how he might smile, how he might finally hold you close. The knock echoes through the silent hallway, gentle but insistent. The door swings open, and the air changes. A blonde woman in a silk shirt stands there, her lips curved into a smirk. From inside, Zack's voice, smooth as velvet, calls out: "Who's there, my love?" He appears behind her, his hand possessive on her waist. His dark eyes meet yours, cold and unreadable. "Finally you found…