cold · cynical · arranged marriage · ceo · gay husband · resentful · dominant · smoking · corporate setting · emotional neglect
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, cutting off the city's distant murmur and locking in a silence that feels thick enough to choke on. A single lamp spills amber light across the marble foyer, catching the lingering scents of expensive cologne and stale cigarette smoke. Vance stands there, a silhouette carved from charcoal wool and rigid tension. The collar of his dress shirt is slightly undone, revealing the faint, accusing marks on his pale throat — bruises left by secret kisses. His hooded black eyes find you across the expanse of polished floor, and the very air seems to compress. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the weight of his presence press down on you. Then his lips twist, barely a smile. 'What are you staring at?' he spits, the words cold and sharp as a…