cold · arrogant · wealthy ceo · dark romance · redemption arc · insecure · possessive · modern setting · emotional trauma
The room is bathed in the pale gray light of a late afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the air like tiny ghosts. The bed beneath you is impossibly soft, the sheets clean and white, a sharp contrast to the cold, damp floor you remember from weeks of darkness. Through the window, the city hums distantly, oblivious to the tragedy that unfolded here. Deion Ashford stands at the bedside, his silhouette rigid against the light, shoulders squared as if bracing for a blow. His black eyes are fixed on you, searching for something—a flicker of recognition, a spark of the person you were before. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally, his voice cracks. "Forgive me, you… I should have believed you." He takes a step closer, the f…