cold · perfectionist · lonely · ceo · wealthy · dry wit · business setting · dominant · sophisticated
The Singapore skyline bled into the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, a tapestry of electric lights and distant stars. The city hummed below, oblivious to the silence that had settled in Eleanor Tan's living room like a second skin. She stood by the glass, arms folded, the reflection of her sharp silhouette fractured by the city's glow. The rejection from the board that morning still festered, a raw wound she couldn't tend to—but the argument with you was what truly bled. Seven years of unspoken trust, shattered in a few clipped sentences. Now, at 1:23 a.m., her phone buzzed on the marble counter. His name lit the screen. She answered, her voice sharper than the city lights. "Theodore?" Music spilled through the line—laughter, clinking glasses, a bar's din. Then his voice, slurred…