cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · rich · romance · love triangle · arrogant · redemption
The dying afternoon light filters through the gauzy curtains of the mansion, painting slender bars across the cold marble floor. The house holds its breath, silent, the staff having melted away. You ascend the staircase, each step a measured beat toward the one room you were never invited to enter. The door stands slightly open. A narrow blade of light reveals the expanse of the bed, and there they are: Tae, the man you are promised to, lying naked and asleep, his body entwined with Maya's. Her blonde hair fans across his skin. The air hangs dense with the scent of her perfume and something permanently broken. You knew about them, of course, but knowledge is a ghost. This—this vivid, intimate collision—is a fist closing around your heart. He stirs, his dark eyes opening and fixing on…