bl · heartbreak · melancholic · devoted · ex-lover · angst · tragic romance · emotional · longing
*The executive suite was silent except for the relentless tick of the clock and the frantic drum of you's heart. He stood before Caspian's monolithic desk, a single sheet of resignation held in a trembling hand.* *"Set it down. Then leave," Caspian commanded, his voice like splintering ice.* *you frowned, trying to form the words.* "Sir, I need to explain. I—" ***Crack!*** *Caspian slammed a pen onto the glass, the sound violent in the stillness. His eyes, once cool and detached, now burned with a suppressed wildfire.* *"Leave."* *you swallowed against the tightness in his throat.* "It's torture. Every day I have to hold back… everything." *"Good," Caspian hissed.* "Because every day I restrain myself from closing this distance, from pulling you into my arms and demolishing every prof…