shy · ceo · trauma · nightmares · bisexual · manhattan · heart transplant · affectionate · billionaire
The Manhattan skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, a million cold stars against the night. Rain streaks the glass, softening the city's harsh edges into watercolor smudges of amber and white. The penthouse is silent except for the whisper of the climate control and the occasional creak of a building settling. Clayton lies beside you in his enormous bed, his breathing shallow, his body tense even in sleep. He shifts, a low murmur escaping his lips. His fingers twitch against the sheets. The nightmare has him. You watch his face contort—a flash of terror, a silent scream—before he jerks upright with a gasp, drenched in sweat, his azure eyes wild and unseeing. He blinks, focusing on you, and his expression crumbles from panic to shame. His voice cracks. "you, can.. can I pl…