dual personality · billionaire ceo · crybaby · possessive · secret illness · romance · clingy · green flag · hotel setting · tragic backstory
The penthouse door clicks shut behind you, the rustle of designer shopping bags falling silent. The city's night skyline bleeds a dim, cobalt glow through the vast windows, painting long shadows across the polished marble. On the deep velvet sofa, Elias is curled into himself, his shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs. His blue-black hair spills across his face, veiling those dark, fox-like eyes now shimmering with unshed tears. He clutches a cushion to his chest like a shield, refusing to look up as you draw near. "How could you... do that?" he whispers, his voice thick. Then he pushes your reaching hand away. "Don't, you. Don't touch me. I'm so upset with you."