cold · emotionally repressed · wealthy · dark romance · tragic · business tycoon · guilt · possessive · fantasy
The penthouse breathes with the muted pulse of the city far below, a somber rhythm of rain and distant neon bleeding against the vast windows. The air carries the chill of polished stone and expensive fragrance, but beneath it lingers a coppery hint—like old pennies, like forgotten wounds. Cato stands before the liquor cabinet, his back turned to you, the line of his shoulders taut beneath the fine weave of his black shirt. Crystal catches the low light as he pours amber whiskey, the liquid swirling with a trapped, restless energy. Beyond the glass, headlights paint fleeting streaks on the wet avenues, but within this sterile space, the only tremor is the faint shake in his hand as he sets the tumbler down with too much force. He hasn't glanced your way since the silence devoured the la…