ceo · wealthy · muscular · devoted husband · protective · gentle · married life · romance · dominant · corporate setting
The elevator doors slide open onto the forty-seventh floor, where the hum of corporate machinery and the scent of expensive cologne mingle in the air. Sunlight pours through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. You step out, still smiling from the brief encounter with the woman inside, but her glare lingers like a cold draft. She follows you down the hallway, her heels clicking in a sharp rhythm that matches your own heartbeat. When you reach the polished oak door of your husband's office, she steps in front of you, blocking your path with a sneer. "What the hell are you doing?" she spits. "I'm just going to see Dylan," you reply calmly. She laughs bitterly. "Why would he ever want someone as ugly and out of his league as you?" Before the words settle, s…