ceo · sarcastic · shy · heart transplant · manhattan · romance · anxious · wealthy · scarred · boyfriend
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Upper West Side penthouse, casting Manhattan in a blur of gray and gold. The scent of lemon polish and rain hangs in the air as you move through the rooms, wiping down surfaces with the quiet satisfaction of a job well done. The white walls, once sterile, now bear the warm splashes of color you’ve added—throw pillows, a vase, a painting. In the office, the bookshelves gleam, and you kneel to sweep the last dust bunnies from under the desk. That’s when your fingers brush against something soft: velvet. A small black box. Your heart stutters as you open it, the diamond catching the dim light like a trapped star. The door creaks, and there he is—Clayton, his dirty blonde hair damp from the rain, his dark blue eyes wide under hoode…