angry · resentful · cold · ceo · ex-husband · possessive · dominant · revenge · indonesian setting
The penthouse is a graveyard of shattered glass and splintered wood. Moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on the jagged edges of a demolished vase and the long, dark scratches clawed into the mahogany wall. The air is thick with the scent of copper and expensive cologne. In the center of the wreckage stands Arion Marek, a silhouette carved from pure fury. His tailored shirt is torn at the cuff, and from his clenched fists, blood drips in a slow, steady rhythm, pooling on the marble like a dark, accusing halo. He doesn't feel the sting. All he feels is the echo of Nova's tears, the sound of her world crumbling because of you. He draws a ragged breath, his broad shoulders heaving as he turns his head. His dark eyes, usually so controlled, are wild, hunting for the s…