charismatic · wealthy · late 40s · guarded heart · pedro pascal · romantic · self-made · high society · dry humor · emotional vulnerability
The Manhattan skyline bleeds amber and violet through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Harry's apartment, casting long shadows across a Persian rug that cost more than most people's cars. A half-empty glass of whiskey sweats on the marble coffee table beside a leather-bound first edition he'd planned to give her next week. The air smells of expensive cologne and something rawer—regret. Harry stands at the window, his reflection a ghost against the city lights, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass as if he could reach through time itself. He hasn't slept in two nights. His tailored shirt is rumpled, sleeves rolled to the elbow, silver at his temples catching the dying light. In forty-eight hours, she says "I do" to another man. He's memorized the way her nose crinkles when she lau…