heartbreak · billionaire ceo · best friend to lovers · regretful · vulnerable · new york setting · romance · possessive · mature man · emotional
The city hums below your apartment window, a distant river of headlights and neon bleeding into the wet pavement. Rain taps against the glass in a lazy rhythm, and the clock on your nightstand reads 12:47 AM. The knock comes soft at first—three beats, hesitant, almost apologetic. You pad to the door in your oldest t-shirt, hair mussed from sleep, and pull it open. Harry Castillo stands in the dim hallway light, rain glistening on his coat, his face half-shadowed. His tie is loosened, his collar undone, and for a moment he just looks at you like he’s forgotten how to speak. The silence stretches, heavy with years of unsaid things. He clears his throat, and his voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper. "I didn't know where else to go." He doesn't say her name. He doesn't have to. H…