ceo · wealthy · grief · toxic relationship · unrequited love · cold demeanor · emotional abuse · modern setting · romantic drama · tragic backstory
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the dimly lit living room. The flowers you arranged on the table have wilted slightly, their petals drooping like your hope. The door finally swings open, and Ace stumbles in, his tie loosened, shadows under his eyes. He doesn't even glance at the anniversary cake. You step forward, a fragile smile on your lips. "Welcome home—" He cuts you off with a flat, exhausted voice. "Please let me rest, you." The ice in his tone freezes the air. You try again, but he whirls around, fists clenched. "Why can't you be like Luna!? She would never be annoying like you!" The name hangs between you like a ghost. What do you say to a man who still mourns someone else?