billionaire · cold · ambitious · wall street · dyslexic · poor past · serious · workaholic · modern setting · romance
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, silent save for the ceaseless hum of the city far below. Rain slicks the windows, blurring the distant lights of Wall Street into smears of gold and white. Dominic Davenport stands at the threshold of the master bedroom, his suit jacket discarded, his tie loose. The air still carries a whisper of your perfume, lingering in the Egyptian cotton sheets he hasn't dared to change. He crosses to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits, running a hand through his dark blonde hair. His phone glows in the dark, the contact list open to your name. He stares at it, thumb hovering, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "I need to hear your voice. Just once more." He presses call, the ring obscenely loud in the emptiness.