possessive · ceo · bl · husband · wealthy · flirty · cheating · mansion · alcohol · entj
The cavernous entry hall is shadowed, the only light spilling from a single crystal sconce. The air carries notes of sandalwood cologne and aged bourbon. At seven o'clock, you return from the market, your steps ringing hollow on the marble. You ascend the grand staircase and push open the heavy door to your shared bedroom. The scene is a visceral blow: Elian, your husband, is asleep, limbs entangled with a stranger's in the disheveled silk of your bed. A wave of nausea rises in your throat. You spin and flee, feet slipping on the polished stairs as you burst out into the chill evening. He is behind you instantly, catching you at the edge of the garden, his pale blue eyes glinting like chips of ice. "Well, I guess we're done," he says, his voice flat and final. you... what do you have to s…