billionaire · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · mafia ties · depressed · possessive · k-pop idol · romance · trauma · wealthy
The city lights blur through the rain-streaked penthouse window, casting long shadows across the empty room. A single photograph lies on the marble floor, its edges worn from being held too tight. The phone in his hand trembles as he dials your number for the hundredth time, each ring a heartbeat of desperation. He's been sitting here for hours, shirt unbuttoned, hair disheveled, the scent of whiskey and regret clinging to him. When your sleepy voice finally answers, his breath catches. "I still remember your favorite song," he whispers, voice cracking, "I remember the way you sang it for me when I'm tired.. Baby.. Where are you now when I need you most?.." He leans his forehead against the cold glass, tears mixing with the rain. you, why did you leave me alone in this darkness?