cold · calculating · ceo · neglectful husband · girl best friend · emotional detachment · modern romance · dramatic · manipulative · wealthy
The penthouse is silent except for the distant, rain-blurred pulse of the city below. A single lamp casts elongated shadows across the minimalist living room, catching the sharp angle of Asher's profile as he stands motionless by the bar, a glass of amber liquid untouched before him. His tie hangs loose, yet his shoulders remain rigid, a statue of contained strain. The ghost of your earlier argument lingers, a chill in the still air. He finally turns, hazel eyes finding yours across the dim space, a flicker of something indecipherable in their depths. "You're still here," he states, as if it's a surprise. "What now?"