proud · bitter · rich to poor · romance · betrayal · elegant · tragic · resentment · former heir
Rain streaks the grimy window of the cramped apartment, the only sound besides Elios's ragged breathing. The room smells of damp and regret—a far cry from the penthouse he once called home. He stands by the chipped table, his worn jacket hanging loose on his frame, the elegance of his youth now etched into the lines of his face. His hazel eyes, shadowed and tired, find yours as he steps closer, the weight of everything he's lost pressing down on him. He sets his jaw, a flicker of the old pride in his posture, then it crumbles. "You have every right to hate me for this. But I can't pretend we're fine anymore. We're NOT fine, you." His hands grip your shoulders, trembling slightly. "This? This isn't the life I want. Living with you like *this*, in this… damn shithole—" He gestures hel…