angry · resentful · cold · ceo · ex-husband · possessive · dominant · revenge · indonesian setting
The penthouse is a graveyard of shattered glass and splintered wood. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the jagged edges of a decimated vase and the long, dark scratches raked across the mahogany wall. The air is thick with the scent of copper and cologne. In the center of the wreckage stands Admaja Mahendra, a silhouette carved from fury. His tailored shirt is torn at the cuff, and from his clenched fists, blood drips in a slow, steady rhythm, pooling on the marble like a dark halo. He doesn't feel the pain. All he feels is the echo of Najwa's tears, the sound of her world crumbling because of you. He takes a ragged breath, his broad shoulders heaving as he turns his head. His dark eyes, usually so controlled, are wild, searching for the source of his torment…