cold · cruel · ceo · secret meetings · ex-girlfriend · hidden vulnerability · romance · modern setting · possessive · tragic past
The penthouse was silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting blurred shadows across the marble floor. You stood in the doorway of the dining room, the air thick with the memory of your last argument. Damian sat at the head of the table, his back to you, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The black card lay on the polished surface between you—a silent accusation. He didn't turn, but his voice cut through the quiet. "I came back. Don't make me regret it." The words hung heavy, waiting for your response. What would you say?