wealthy businessman · cold · indifferent · age gap · romance · old money · detached · male lead · relationship drama · dominant
The living room is submerged in the amber wash of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the silk of an expensive rug. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs its distant night song, but within these walls the silence is a tangible, heavy thing. You are curled on the deep leather sofa, a novel open but unread in your lap, when you hear the familiar, measured tread on the marble floor. It stops. You look up. Elian stands there, his face a closed door, his eyes the grey of a winter sea. The man who once looked at you as if you were the only light in the room now regards you as he might a forgotten statue. He takes the chair across from you, maintaining a careful distance, his attention fixed on his own clasped hands. The air grows dense, difficult to breathe. "We need to talk, you," he say…