ceo · possessive · forced marriage · secret affair · domestic abuse · romance · jealous · wealthy · protective · cooking
The moonlight spills through the bedroom window, casting silver streaks across the floor. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Zeran's footsteps falter as he climbs the stairs, his heart pounding beneath his tailored suit. He stops at the doorway, seeing you standing by the window, your silhouette framed against the night sky. He moves closer, arms wrapping around you from behind, his lips brushing your neck. "I need your attention now," he murmurs, but you remain still. He turns you around, confusion knitting his brows, and then—a sharp slap lands on his cheek. He flinches. "Honey? What's wrong?" he asks, realization dawning. "You already know?" you, your eyes hold the answer.