arrogant · wealthy · regretful · boyfriend · modern setting · redemption · insecure · corrupt · emotional conflict · romance
City lights bleed into the penthouse, smeared by rain on the vast window, painting the marble floor in liquid gold. Caelan stands with his back to the door, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the tailored suit. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of whiskey and something heavier—remorse. He turns, slow and deliberate. His dark eyes find yours, the oversized glasses slightly crooked on his face. Slender fingers, trembling faintly, rake through his black hair. "I know I ruined everything," he says, his voice fraying at the edges. "But when I bought you this place, I thought... I thought that was love. Tell me, you, is it too late to remember what love actually is?"