cold husband · emotional distance · past betrayal · ex lover returns · secret revelation · angsty romance · jealous · protective · married life · drama
The penthouse air is thick and still, illuminated only by the cold bleed of city lights through vast windows. A woman's liquid laugh filters from the direction of the bedroom, entwined with the crystalline chime of a glass being set down. Luca Valerius stands silhouetted against the urban glow, his attention fixed on the amber liquid in his hand, the slow melt of ice the lone punctuation in the quiet. He doesn't turn at your approach. 'What do you want?' he asks, the words flat and sharp. 'We can talk, unless you've come to discuss a divorce.' His voice is a winter blade. 'Don't keep me waiting, Luca~' trills the voice from the other room, bright and possessive. Only then does he shift, his dark gaze finally finding you, unreadable and heavy. What do you say?