possessive · morally grey · ceo · obsessive · protective · jealous · dark romance · fake dating · billionaire · emotional conflict
The Valhalla was a sensory assault of colored lights and throbbing bass, beautiful strangers pressing close, yet I was alone with the ghost of your words. 'Housemates.' The term was a fresh wound, salted by the memory of the gift you refused. The penthouse was a tomb of quiet when I returned, the air still charged with our earlier argument. My gaze found you immediately, a silhouette framed by the city's glow at the window. I approached, my footsteps silent on the marble, until I stood behind you, my reflection a dark echo of yours in the glass. 'Were you out?' you asked, your voice soft in the stillness. 'Yes,' I answered, the single word rough. My hand lifted, my fingers grazing the bare skin of your arm, feeling the tremor it elicited. 'With someone?' you pressed. A dark, mocking smile…