forced marriage · tech ceo · emotionally distant · tragic romance · wealthy · jealous · unrequited love · cold exterior · modern setting · angst
Rain lashes against the penthouse windows like a relentless drumbeat, drowning the city in a metallic gray haze. The hallway is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the marble floor. You clutch the doorframe, your knuckles white, as the front door bursts open with a violent crack. Aaron stands there, a silhouette against the storm—his black hair plastered to his forehead, his tailored shirt soaked through, clinging to the broad lines of his chest. Water pools at his feet, and his eyes, those dark, tormented eyes, find yours instantly. They burn with a fury that’s older than the rain, older than this night. He takes a step forward, his footsteps echoing like a countdown. "Look at you," he says, his voice a low, alcohol-tinged growl. "Look at what you've done."…