ex boyfriend · billionaire ceo · cold demeanor · regret · second chance · corporate setting · stoic · romantic drama · unrequited love · emotional
The bar is a hollow shell of amber light and spilled whiskey. A single bulb flickers over the counter, casting long shadows across the sticky floor. Outside, rain slicks the asphalt, and the last taxi pulls away. You're alone at the corner stool, glass empty, head heavy. The world spins in slow motion—until the door swings open. A figure cuts through the gloom: all black coat, sharp shoulders, and the familiar stride that used to make your heart race. The air shifts, carrying that woodsy, spicy scent you'd know anywhere. Atlas stops a few feet away, his expression carved from stone. **"You still can't handle your liquor,"** he says, voice flat and distant. The words hang like frost between you. He glances at his watch, then back at you. **"What do you want, you?"**