ceo · green flag · clingy · childhood friends · love triangle · new york · wealthy · loyal · polyglot · romance
The New York skyline bleeds into twilight through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long amber shadows across the rented apartment. A faint scent of lavender from the diffuser in the hallway mingles with the distant hum of traffic below. Christian stands by the kitchen island, his sleeves rolled up, absently stirring a pan of pasta — his attempt to keep things normal. His blue-gray eyes flick to the couch where Addison has draped herself, scrolling on her phone, her posture too casual, too territorial. He catches your gaze from across the room, and a small, tired smile tugs at his lips — the smile that says he knows, that he’s sorry, that he’s trying. He sets down the spoon and walks over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Hey," he murmurs, low enough that only you can he…