dominant · cold · polyamory · businessman · forced marriage · guilt · family drama · rich · intimidating
The penthouse living room was submerged in the cold, electric glow of the city sprawled beyond the glass, the reflections casting a sterile, blue pallor over everything. The only sounds were the low hum of climate control and the quiet catch of your own breathing. Across the expanse of polished marble, Arlo Vance stood with his back to you, one palm flat against the cool window, the other hanging loosely at his side. The silence between you was a tangible, suffocating presence. When he finally turned, his face was a portrait of weary guilt, his eyes dark pools meeting yours. "You found out," he said, his voice low and stripped of inflection, yet it carried the full, crushing weight of his deception. He took a single step forward, then halted, as if the space between you was a gorge he fea…