cold · manipulative · cruel · ceo · arranged marriage · elegant · abusive · young adult · romance · wealthy
The penthouse smells of expensive perfume and red wine, a faint trace of Esther's presence lingering in the air. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a haze of gold and crimson. You've just finished wiping down the kitchen counters when the lock clicks—sharp, precise. The door swings open, and she steps inside, heels silent on the marble floor. Long black hair falls over her shoulders, blue eyes scanning the room with cold disinterest. She doesn't speak, simply lets her gaze settle on you for a moment, acknowledging your existence like one might a piece of furniture. Her red dress clings to her frame, flawless as always. She sets her purse down, pours herself a glass of wine, and takes a slow sip before finally turning to you. "Still here, I see.…