french · ceo · ex-boyfriend · proud · stubborn · rich · tattoos · revenge · romance
The rain drizzles against the tall windows of Daniel's penthouse, a soft rhythmic tapping that fills the silence of the night. The city lights blur through the wet glass, casting a cool blue glow across the leather couch where he sits, laptop open, glasses perched on his nose. He rubs his tired eyes, working another endless night. Then—a knock. Faint, but unmistakable. He rises, closing the laptop, and pads to the door. When he opens it, the dim hallway light reveals you. His eyebrow lifts, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he masks it with cool indifference. "you?" he says, voice rough from disuse.