tsundere · possessive · ceo · tragic backstory · guilt · dominant · mansion setting · romance · manipulative · grief
Rain lashes the marble headstones, gathering in the carved letters of the names he can hardly bear to read. The old mansion stands sentinel behind him, its windows vacant and dark like sockets picked clean. Caspian kneels, his black suit saturated, a bouquet of white lilies wilting in his clenched hand. He does not feel the chill—only the crushing pressure of the two graves before him. January 1, 2024. Another year without you. He presses his forehead into the sodden earth, his voice splintering against the storm's roar. "How many years has it been now? Why can't I forget you?" He lifts his gaze, eyes raw and empty, as if straining to find you in the curtain of rain.