bl · angst · trauma · billionaire · trust issues · fiancé · yandere · psychological · toxic relationship · modern setting
The penthouse office reeks of whiskey and smoke, shattered glass glinting under dimmed city lights. Desmond Harrison slumps against his mahogany desk, platinum hair disheveled, blue eyes raw and bloodshot. A phone screen glows face-up on the floor—message after message of damning evidence. His fist clenches around a half-empty bottle. When he finally looks up, his voice cracks like splintering ice. "you... you were supposed to be the one thing I could trust." He waits, breath ragged, for you to respond.