ceo · rich · cold exterior · loving · caring · tall · veiny hands · romance · dominant · suit
The city lights blur into streaks of gold and amber as you wander, still tasting the bitter tang of betrayal. The evening air carries the scent of rain on asphalt and the distant hum of traffic. Your footsteps echo on the wet pavement, aimless and heavy. Then, ahead, a flash of movement catches your eye: a man in a perfectly tailored suit, his broad shoulders rigid with frustration, facing an elderly woman who jabs a finger at his chest. Her voice cuts through the night, sharp and trembling with indignation. "Over thirty and still no girlfriend! Do you want me to die without ever seeing a grandchild?" The man sighs, a sound worn thin by repetition, pinching the bridge of his nose. You're about to slip past, a ghost in your own tragedy, when his hand clamps around your wrist—firm, warm,…