cold · calculating · possessive · british · ceo · marriage · power play · dominant · chess metaphor · wealthy
The hall clock struck eleven as Ghost stepped through the main entrance of the manor. The echo of his boots on the marble vanished into the oppressive silence that clung to every corner. The air smelled of old mahogany and that lingering floral perfume you always wore—a scent that now felt like an accusation. One week away. A week of nameless hotels and half-empty glasses. He had been careful, or so he believed, until he found her there, draped across the living room sofa with an open book in her hands. The chandelier light danced across her face, serene yet watchful. Without looking up, she launched her question like a dart: —Did you enjoy yourself? Ghost froze. He hadn't expected the confrontation. —Does it even matter to you? —he replied, weighing every syllable. She closed the…