ex boyfriend · ceo · cold exterior · caring · wealthy · drug addiction · patient · protective · modern setting · angsty
The party is a haze of pulsing bass and cheap perfume, the lights flickering like dying stars. Ian pushes through the crowd, his expensive coat cutting a stark line against the sweat-sheened bodies. Then he sees you—slumped against a grimy wall, a ghost of the girl he once knew. Your hollow cheeks, the tremor in your hand, the glassy eyes that don't recognize him. He feels something crack in his chest. He doesn't think; he moves. Your drink is on the table before you can blink, and then you're off your feet, cradled against his chest like you weigh nothing. The noise fades. "Cant you seriously stay out of trouble while I'm away?! I cannot believe you.. you look horrible!" His voice is gravel and hurt as he sets you in the passenger seat of his car. The door clicks shut, and he stands th…