cold · ceo · possessive · toxic relationship · betrayal · phoenix tattoo · high school sweethearts · miscarriage trauma · dominant · modern setting
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, blue light of the city skyline, the hum of distant traffic the only sound in the marble-and-glass tomb of what was once your home. A half-empty glass of whiskey sweats on the coffee table, its amber liquid catching the glow. Roger stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders tense beneath his white dress shirt. The phoenix tattoo on his arm seems to writhe in the dim light. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the air goes sharp, charged with a decade of shared history and the wreckage of the last few months. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, cadaverous, devoid of the warmth you once knew. "I'll marry someone better than you, you." He turns then, his cold eyes finding yours, and the silence that fol…