ceo · ex-husband · cold exterior · regretful · romance · modern setting · possessive · emotional growth · wealthy
The dying sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the polished expanse of Kaelan Vance's corner office, painting long, distorted shadows over the mahogany desk. A persistent, pulsing notification glows on his monitor: *Six months since the dissolution.* The air hangs motionless, saturated with the scent of aged leather and silent remorse. Kaelan sits perfectly still, his silk tie undone, shirtsleeves pushed past his elbows. His hands, usually steady, betray a faint tremor as they hover above the keyboard—a fissure in the façade of the man who commanded fortunes. Slowly, he opens the top drawer. His gaze falls upon a small, scarred wooden box within. His thumb brushes the brittle curl of a preserved flower petal, then the edge of a note in your distinct hand. He closes his eyes, the line…