ceo · cold exterior · acts of service · trauma recovery · smoking · green eyes · possessive · romance · angsty · complex personality
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the cold, electric glow of the phone in your unsteady grip. The scent of last night's rain lingers, mixed with the subtle, acrid trace of tobacco from Julian's wool coat slung over the chair. You are a statue by the bedside, the device humming with latent violence. Somewhere in the city, a distant siren wails. Your thumb moves on its own, scrolling past a litany of corporate contacts until it lands on a single, damning name: Elara. Your pulse becomes a frantic drum against your ribs as you tap the thread. The messages unfold—a candid photo of you, followed by strings of derisive text. Your vision tunnels on his reply to her: *'i can't stand being partnered with someone who blends into the wallpaper. it undermines everything I've built.'*…