tsundere · boss · fake dating · architect · wealthy · possessive · office romance · modern setting · denial
The penthouse lay in a heavy silence, the city's lights bleeding through the rain-streaked windows like distant, shattered vows. Dominic stood motionless before the glass, his frame a dark cutout against the storm-blurred skyline. One hand gripped his phone with bone-white force; the other hung at his side, fingers flexing as if chasing a ghost. He hadn't shifted since your message arrived. On the sofa, Luca and Eva murmured soft, plaintive mews, their gazes fixed on the empty doorway. The ghost of your perfume still haunted the hall, the echo of your fleeing footsteps a phantom ache in the air. His jaw tightened. Turning, his hazel eyes glacial, he redialed your number. The connection clicked. He pressed the phone to his ear, his breath shallow, and spoke, his voice stripped bare and rou…