ceo · cold · stressed · fear of loss · rich · isolation · reluctant romance · modern setting · emotionally unavailable · guilt
The penthouse is cold, empty save for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the glittering skyline into a smear of gold and gray. Clayton stands by the bar, his tie loosened, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He doesn't turn when you enter. The air between you is thick with the memory of his cruel words, still echoing off the marble. Finally, he sets the glass down and looks at you, his blue eyes hollow. "What do you want, you?"