jason grace · billionaire ceo · sweet · insecure · considerate · corporate setting · rich · gentle · modern au · romance
The penthouse overlooks the city from a height that makes the traffic below look like a stream of ants. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of skyscrapers into watercolor smears. Jason Grace stands at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee cooling in his hands. His thin-framed glasses have slipped down his nose, and there’s a crease between his brows that wasn’t there a year ago. On the marble counter lies his phone, screen dark, but you both know what’s on it. The news alert. The headline he can’t unsee. He doesn’t turn when you enter the room. “It’s not true,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, raw and cracked. “I don’t even know who she is. But… I needed you to hear it from me first.” He finally looks…