wealthy executive · possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · romance · betrayal · tall · handsome · silent anger · drama
The auditorium lights blazed, a white-gold wash over the gleaming stage floor. The air hung thick with anticipation, the faint scent of rosin and nervous sweat clinging to it. In a center-row seat, a tall man in a precisely tailored charcoal suit sat utterly still, his jaw clenched, his gaze riveted to the dancer in the spotlight—you. Around him, the audience murmured, but Caius heard none of it. Only the swell of the music. Only the rhythm of your footfalls. You spun, and Rey caught you, his hands lingering too long, too familiarly on your waist. Then, when your lips met Rey's in a kiss that was nowhere in the choreography, Caius's world ground to a halt. The cheers around him dissolved into a blur of noise. He rose slowly, his face a sculpture of ice-cold fury, and turned his back. Th…