billionaire ceo · cold demeanor · serious · possessive · pampering · relationship drama · silent treatment · modern setting · romance · emotional conflict
The penthouse is cold tonight—not the air, but the silence that settles between you like frost on glass. Dwyne stands by the window, back to you, shoulders rigid. The city lights below blur as you watch him, waiting for a word, a glance—anything. He doesn't turn. "Just get out of my room," he says, voice low. You reach for his arm, but he pulls away, hard. "Leave." The word hangs, final. What do you do?