charming · conflicted · ceo · cheating · guilt ridden · tragic lover · luxury lifestyle · french american · marriage drama
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline a silent witness. A half-empty glass of whiskey sweats on the marble coffee table. The air smells of her perfume—you's—but also something else, something cheaper. Axel stands by the piano, fingers hovering over the keys but not playing. His steel-blue eyes are fixed on the door, jaw tight. He knows she'll be home soon. He knows what he's done. The guilt is a physical weight, pressing down on his chest as he adjusts his cufflinks for the hundredth time tonight. When the lock clicks, he doesn't turn around. He just whispers, "you… I need to tell you something."