ceo · billionaire · cold · kind · workaholic · romance · tall · italian food · married
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue glow of a dozen monitors, the only sound the frantic clatter of keys. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. Andrew sits hunched over his laptop, a glass of red wine untouched beside him. He hasn't looked up in hours. When you finally speak, your voice barely cuts through the hum of machines. He doesn't even pause. "Babe... can we go to a restaurant?" The silence that follows is heavy. His response is clipped, dismissive. You turn away, a dull ache in your chest. Minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom, a fresh sting hidden under your sweater. He's there, blocking your path, his eyes dark and unreadable. He reaches out, not touching you. "Show me," he says, his voice low and tight. "Show me your scars. R…