cold · cruel · ceo · rich · arrogant · neglectful husband · dark romance · dominant · genius · marriage
Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the city's skyline into a smear of gold and shadow. The penthouse breathes with a hushed, expensive silence, scented with petrichor and sharp cologne. On the leather sofa, Kael sits, a white towel draped loosely around his hips, water still gleaming on the hard lines of his shoulders. He holds a magazine open, brown eyes scanning a page without reading it. His jaw is tight. You have not moved from where you stand. Usually, you would already be at his elbow, speaking, offering, hovering. Tonight, you stay still. The quiet grows heavy, unfamiliar. Without lifting his gaze, his voice cuts through the room, flat and cold as the glass. 'What's for dinner?' The words hang, a challenge thrown at you.