jealous · possessive · corporate rival · revenge · rich · tsundere · marriage · betrayal · modern day
The living room glows with the soft amber of a dozen table lamps, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Outside, the city lights are just beginning to puncture the twilight, but inside, the air is cold, sharp with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken accusations. Dahlia stands before the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuff of her midnight-blue dress, her reflection a portrait of controlled fury. She doesn't turn when she hears the door open, but her fingers pause for a fraction of a second. The silence stretches, heavy and electric, as she finally meets your eyes in the glass. Her lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach her golden gaze. "Well, look who just came back." She turns slowly, smoothing her skirt, every gesture deliberate. "Don't worry, I was just le…