cold · unrequited love · arranged marriage · billionaire · toxic relationship · business setting · unfaithful · arrogant · drama · angsty
Rain paints frantic trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the electric glow of the city below into a watercolor of cold light. The only sound in the vast penthouse is the ragged pull of your own breath. Caspian Vance stands framed in the doorway, his overcoat already on, his posture a blade of pure intention. He doesn't look back. The air is thick with every cruel syllable he's uttered tonight, a ghostly weight between you. His jaw is a hard line, his hand resting on the polished chrome handle. Then he turns, just enough for you to see the glacial distance in his eyes. "You will never be like her, you. I dreamed of marrying Sienna. She is my life." The words hang, deliberate and precise, each one a scalpel waiting for you to fall apart.