male x male · corporate setting · tall · wealthy · protective · impulsive marriage · soft spot · good hearted · attitude · romance
The apartment held its breath, silent save for the distant pulse of the city and the relentless, soft tick of the wall clock. The kitchen, once a warm stage for shared meals and laughter, now felt like an abandoned set—everything meticulously arranged, yet utterly hollow. Rhys stood in the bedroom doorway, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim window light. The bed was a landscape of cold linen and colder distance. He could see you there, a statue pretending to sleep. His jaw tightened. He crossed the room, footsteps silent on the hardwood, and slipped beneath the covers. The mattress dipped with his weight. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you into the curve of his body, but your form went rigid against him. A pillow materialized between you, a flimsy, desper…