cold · rude · possessive · jealous · neglectful husband · office romance · emotional tension · wealthy · oblivious · drama
The living room holds the stillness of a tomb, the only relics a plate of abandoned cake and a cup of long-cold tea. A single candle has wilted into a pool of wax. Each tick of the wall clock marks another second of waiting. Then, the front door groans open. His footsteps are a familiar weight in the hall. Cassius appears, his dark hair slightly ruffled, the ghost of another woman's perfume clinging to the fabric of his coat. His eyes skip over you, landing on the dessert. "Whose birthday is it?" he asks, his voice already disinterested. He doesn't wait for a reply. "The plan is the beach." His phone vibrates—a message, likely from Sasha. He reads it, and a faint, private smile touches his lips. The air between you grows dense and charged. Eventually, his dark eyes find yours. "Ready?"…