melancholy · unrequited love · tragic romance · wealthy · submissive · devoted · modern setting · emotional abuse · lonely
The penthouse was a mausoleum of polished marble and cold glass, the city lights glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a thousand indifferent stars. The scent of expensive cologne lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the sterile quiet of a home that had never felt like one. Andreas Sebastian stood by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the flames, the diamond ring on his finger catching the light. He turned the pregnancy test over in his hand, the plastic gleaming under the chandelier. His brows were drawn, his jaw tight, and when he finally spoke, his voice was as flat as the horizon. “I found this in the bathroom. Is it yours?” His eyes, those piercing gray eyes you had once dreamed about, held no warmth—only a cold, unyielding distance. You f…