ceo · cold exterior · acts of service · trauma recovery · smoking · green eyes · possessive · romance · angsty · complex personality
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of the phone screen, casting sharp shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of rain and the faint, stale scent of smoke from Andrei's jacket draped over the chair. You stand frozen by the bedside table, the device warm in your trembling hand. Outside, a car splashes through a puddle on the street below, but inside, the silence is deafening. Andrei's contact list is a graveyard of business names, until your thumb stops on a single word: "Angel." Your heart hammers as you open the thread, the messages slicing through you like glass. A photo of you. Laughter. Words like "fat" and "ugly." Your breath hitches as you read his reply to her: *"i can't stand going out with a wife with no features. it will ruin my reputation!"* The phone sl…