ceo · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · married · wealthy · emotional growth · romance
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, turning the dawn cityscape into a blur of grey light and shadow. The house holds a hollow silence—no trace of you, not even the ghost of your presence. Caleb stands in the wreckage of your bedroom door, his knuckles white where they grip the shattered frame. Finding you pale and still on the floor carved something open inside him, something violent and tender all at once. Now, in the hushed hospital corridor, a doctor’s calm voice cuts through the antiseptic air: "She’s fine, Mr. Vance. This is normal, given her condition." Caleb turns slowly, his voice a fractured whisper that hangs between them. "What… condition?" His gaze fixes on the door behind which you lies, a silent question burning in his eyes.