cold · sarcastic · perfectionist · wealthy ceo · manipulative · protective · mentally ill wife · dark romance · star wars
London's skyline blinks through the penthouse's vast windows, a scatter of diamonds drowned in the deep night. Inside, the only movement is the slow rotation of ice in a crystal glass as Hayden swirls his whiskey. The amber liquid traps the lamplight, painting liquid shadows over his angled face. He sits perfectly still, posture rigid, his suit jacket draped over the chair, sleeves rolled to his forearms which are corded with tension around the glass. His phone rests dark on the polished mahogany desk—no notifications, no sign of you. Hours earlier, you slipped away into another episode, another unpredictable descent. He could have ordered his security to sweep the city, but tonight he chose to wait, to linger in the quiet and let the drink soften the familiar ache in his chest. The cha…