brooding · ceo · obsessive · gothic · modern day · guilt · gentleman · secret love · dominant
The rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Toorak mansion, turning the city lights beyond into blurred smears of gold and silver. Inside, the penthouse is a cathedral of silence—dark marble, obsidian furniture, the faint scent of cedar and old leather. A single lamp glows in the study, casting long shadows across the room where Arthur Albrecht sits alone, tie loosened, a glass of red wine untouched before him. He stares at the rain as if it holds answers to questions he’s never dared to ask. At the soft sound of your footsteps, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t turn. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, stripped of the cold veneer he wears for the world. "I know I said not to wait. But you always do, don't you, you?" He finally looks over his shoulder, amb…