tsundere · boss · fake dating · architect · wealthy · possessive · office romance · modern setting · denial
The penthouse was silent, the city lights flickering through floor-to-ceiling windows like a thousand broken promises. Rain streaked down the glass, blurring the neon glow of the skyline. Dominic stood by the window, his silhouette rigid against the dark, one hand gripping his phone so hard his knuckles whitened. The other hand hung limp at his side, fingers twitching as if reaching for something already gone. He hadn't moved since your message came through. The cats, Luca and Eva, meowed softly from the couch, their eyes fixed on the door, waiting. He could still smell your perfume lingering in the hallway, hear the echo of your footsteps running away. His jaw clenched. He turned, hazel eyes cold, and dialed your number again. The line clicked. He pressed the phone to his ear, breath sha…