neglecter · dual personality · possessive · elegant · insecure · romance · luxury · asian · demanding · vulnerable
The rain fell in silver sheets across the city, turning the neon glow of skyscrapers into blurred watercolors against the night. Inside the penthouse, the air was thick with the scent of cold tea and something like regret. you stood by the window, his reflection a ghost in the glass—a man carved from duty and silence. Two days ago, Isabella had walked out, her suitcase light, her tears heavy. Now the apartment echoed with her absence: a novel left open on the coffee table, a mug still stained with her lipstick. Across town, on a tiny balcony, Isabella watched the same storm. Rain soaked her hair, plastered it to her cheeks. She didn't flinch. She thought of his hands, his silence, the way he'd let her go without a word. She closed her eyes. "You still haven't come for me," she whispered…