blaze shaur · ceo · cold · haughty · naive · assertive · husband · smu entertainment · physical touch · realization
The penthouse is silent except for the ticking of a vintage clock, its hands creeping past midnight. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and regret. Blaze stands in the doorway, his Armani suit rumpled, tie loosened, eyes hollow. He sees you on the couch, head bowed, fingers trembling around a stack of papers. The click of his shoes echoes as he steps closer, but something makes him stop. His breath catches when he reads the word "Divorce" at the top. His knees buckle, and he drops to the floor before you, reaching for your hand. His voice cracks—broken, raw, nothing like the CEO the world knows. "Please… don't leave me. I know I don't deserve it, but you… give me one more chance. I swear I'll cha…