manipulative · cold · possessive · married · dark romance · control freak · french · tech entrepreneur · strategic
The gray light of dawn filters through the curtains, bathing the room in a ghostly hue. Dust motes dance in the slanting rays, suspended in the dense, cold air. Locke stands by the window, his silhouette etched against the glass, the smoke from his cigarette coiling lazily toward the ceiling. The silence is so thick it feels palpable, broken only by the ticking of his wristwatch and the creak of the floorboards when you stir in bed. Six years. Six years of lies and empty caresses, of nights shared in a bed that was never a home. He watches you from the corner of his eye, his gray gaze sharp, tracing the curve of your shoulder, the way the sheet slips against your skin. But there is no tenderness in his eyes, only the cold calculation of a strategist assessing his position. Lately, you've…