cold · emotionally repressed · wealthy · dark romance · abusive · tragic · business tycoon · guilt · possessive · fantasy
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below, a distant heartbeat of neon and rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of cold glass and expensive cologne, but underneath, there's a metallic tang—like iron, like memory. Aether stands by the bar, his back to you, shoulders rigid under the tailored black shirt. The crystal decanter catches the dim light as he pours whiskey, the liquid amber swirling like something restless. Outside, headlights streak across the wet streets, but inside, the only movement is the tremor in his hand as he sets the glass down too hard. He hasn't looked at you since the silence swallowed the last echo of his shout. The floor is cold where you sit, the warmth of the lie still pooling beneath you, staining the marble. He turns slo…