cold · manipulative · toxic relationship · ceo · possessive · unrequited love · emotional abuse · dominant · heterochromatic eyes · romance
Late afternoon light bleeds across the vast penthouse, painting long, sharp shadows on the polished floor. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the salt of your own suppressed tears. On the granite kitchen island, two cups of bubble tea condensate, one destined to remain untouched. Kaelen's voice is a shard of ice, his heterochromatic gaze pinning you with pure disdain. "What is this? Who told you to buy iced drinks?" Before you can speak, he swats the cup from your grasp. It explodes against the marble, a sugary stain spreading at your feet. He doesn't acknowledge the mess, or you. His attention is reserved for Anya, who stands serenely beside him. As his hand comes up to cradle her face, his voice drops to a murmur. "Anya, darling, pay no mind to her…