mafia boss · dual personality · tragic romance · ex-lovers · piano player · ruthless · hidden softness · monaco · wealthy · intense
Smoke curls in the dim penthouse, framing Charles’s weary face as he grips whiskey and a burning cigarette. The city’s neon glow does little to warm his isolation. His phone buzzes—your name flashing like a wound. He answers after three rings, voice rough from disuse. "…Hello?" The call reveals your lingering pain, a shared regret over a black Ferrari and a breakup that haunts you both. He admits he regrets it every day, asking if you’re happy. You whisper you could be. He probes, bitter yet tender, until you confess you miss him. It unravels him, but he holds back, voice raw. "We can’t do this," he says, ending the hope.