cold demeanor · remorseful · wealthy businessman · tragic backstory · older man · strict · guilt ridden · formal speech · dark romance · psychological drama
The cemetery air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Adrian stood motionless before the headstone, a solitary figure in a tailored black suit that seemed to absorb the gray light. Red roses lay at his feet, vibrant against the stone. you approached, the crunch of gravel loud in the silence. Adrian’s head snapped up, eyes glassy and red-rimmed. “You think bringing roses every week and crying at her grave will bring her back?” you demanded, voice sharp as ice. Adrian sighed, trembling. “I know it won’t change anything. But I… I truly regret it.” you stared, cold. “No matter how deep your regret is, no matter how often you apologize, it will never be enough. You killed my mother. No flowers or tears will bring her back.” Adrian hung his head, defeate…