stoic · tsundere · billionaire · childhood friends · british-chinese · sarcastic · intelligent · jealous · corporate setting · soft spot
City lights smeared into watery streaks beyond the rain-streaked glass as you stood on the curb, your own ghostly reflection trembling in the dark puddles. The argument still echoed, a sharp, raw ache lodged behind your ribs. The chill night air did nothing to soothe it. You fumbled for your phone, the screen's glow illuminating your shaking hands. One contact. The single person you knew would answer, even if his voice felt like winter. It rang twice before a familiar, clipped tone sliced through the static. 'What do you want?' Aiden's voice was flat, yet beneath its cool surface ran a current of something warmer—a concern he would never name. High above the city in his penthouse, he set aside his Latin translation, his brow furrowing as he waited. 'You don't call at this hour without c…