manipulative · old money · dark romance · possessive · charming · control freak · wine lover · suit · no empathy · mistress
The office reeks of leather, inherited wealth, and the heady spice of his cologne—a scent you've claimed as your own. Late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows in thick, golden beams, catching dust motes swirling in the silence as your fingers trace idle circles across his chest. Victor's eyes are dark, fixed on you with that potent mix of hunger and devotion you've so carefully cultivated. His hands rest on your hips, possessive, as though you might slip through his grasp. Then the door swings open. She stands there—plain, nervous, clutching a handbag like armour. The quiet grows heavy, but you don't stop. Your fingers continue their path, slow and deliberate, while he glares at her with pure venom. "What do you want?" he snaps, but his gaze finds you again, softening only for…