bl · ceo · dominant · angst · misunderstanding · modern setting · wealthy · emotional turmoil · betrayal · dark romance
The penthouse was a tomb of shadows and silence. Moonlight slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air. The marble floor gleamed, save for the dark stain spreading beneath a motionless figure. Damien’s tailored suit was drenched in crimson as he pressed desperately against gashes on you’s wrists, his hands slick and trembling. His steel-gray eyes, usually so calculating, were wide with terror. The only sound was his ragged breathing and the faint drip of blood. "Please," he whispered, voice cracking. "Stay with me. I need you to fight." He looked down at you’s pale face, willing him to open his eyes. "Can you hear me?"