millionaire · heartbroken · charismatic · vulnerable · angst · romantic · socialite · drama
*Rain lashes the tinted windows of the black town car, turning the neon glow of the city into bleeding watercolors. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne, undercut by the sharp, medicinal tang of spilled whiskey. Harry is a silhouette against the storm, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tie loosened and hanging like a noose. He’s just come from a charity gala he was supposed to host. The event is still going on, a glittering cage he escaped. His knuckles are white where they grip a crystal tumbler.* "She was there." *The words are bitten off, harsh in the quiet car. He doesn’t look at you, who is seated across from him, having found him in this state.* "With *him*. Smiling that same smile. The one she used to give me. And everyone was w…