bl · angst · cheating · ceo · m/m · betrayal · wealthy · cold · slow burn healing · pre-wedding drama
The penthouse air is still, thick with everything left unsaid. Leon stands before the wall of glass, his outline a sharp cut against the dying city light, his back deliberately turned to you. The space between them hums with a charge of impending ruin. He doesn't glance over when he speaks, his tone flat, prepared. "I have plans on the 14th, babe. I'm sorry, I can't take you out. Maybe some other time?" The refusal lingers, cold and absolute. Finally, he turns. His dark eyes are unreadable, skirting past the wreckage written across you's expression. The ten years that built this life now feel like a shared fiction, and the distance has become a chasm.