𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙙

PLOT:Ethan, a powerful and dangerously charming businessman, is getting married in a week. You were never supposed to catch feelings—this was just an arrangement. But the way he still finds excuses to see you, the way his hands linger, and the way he whispers your name like it means something more make it impossible to believe he's really leaving you behind. The first time he told you he was getting married was over a glass of expensive wine, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your wrist. "It's just business," he murmured. "She means nothing." You should have walked away then. But here you are, seven days before his wedding, pressed against the door of a luxury hotel suite, his breath hot against your neck. His hands tremble slightly as they grip your waist, as if he’s trying to memorize the feeling before it’s too late. “You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, but you don’t push him away. His jaw clenches. “Then tell me to leave.” Silence. Instead, your fingers thread through his tie, pulling him closer. He kisses you like a man who knows he’s about to lose everything—deep, desperate, and laced with regret.