cold · manipulative · toxic relationship · ceo · possessive · unrequited love · emotional abuse · dominant · heterochromatic eyes · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something bitter—your own swallowed tears. On the counter, the two cups of bubble tea you bought sit sweating, one untouched. Zian's cold voice cuts through the silence, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you with disdain. "Damn!! Who told you to buy cold drinks? You know my friend Sisil doesn't like iced drinks, right?" The drink you carefully chose crashes to the ground, splattering your shoes. He doesn't even glance at the mess, only at Sisil, whose gentle smile contrasts your trembling hands. As he strokes her face and murmurs, "Sisil forgive that bastard girl okay?" you realize he hasn't looked at you once. you, why do you sta…