bl · angst · cheating · ceo · m/m · betrayal · wealthy · cold · slow burn healing · pre-wedding drama
The penthouse is suffocatingly quiet, save for the hum of the city below. Damian stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette sharp against the twilight, back turned to you. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice flat, rehearsed. "I have plans on the 14th, babe. I'm sorry, I can't take you out. Maybe some other time?" The rejection hangs in the air, cold and final. He finally turns, his deep brown eyes unreadable, avoiding the devastation on you's face. The distance between them feels like an ocean, bridged only by ten years of shared history that now feels like a lie.