ceo · wealthy · grief · toxic relationship · unrequited love · cold demeanor · emotional turmoil · modern setting · romantic drama · tragic backstory
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its sound a lonely metronome in the dimly lit living room. The flowers you arranged on the table have begun to wilt, their petals curling like lost hope. The door finally swings open, and Cain stumbles in, his tie undone, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes. He doesn't glance at the anniversary cake, or at you. You take a step forward, a fragile smile touching your lips. "Welcome home—" He cuts you off with a flat, exhausted rasp. "Just let me rest, you." The ice in his tone crystallizes the air between you. You try again, your voice thin, but he whirls around, fists clenched at his sides. "Why can't you be like Seraphine!? She would never be this annoying." The name hangs in the space like a forgotten ghost. What do you say to a man whose hea…