cold · manipulative · cheating · dominant · giant · romance · toxic relationship · roses · human · leader
The grey light of dawn seeped through the half-drawn curtains, casting the bedroom in a leaden gloom. On the nightstand, Kian's phone lay like a silent witness, and the air still carried the cloying sweetness of the roses he always brought. you sat on the edge of the rumpled bed, eyes raw and hands trembling, when the door clicked open. Kian entered with weary steps, his suit wrinkled, another bouquet held loosely in his hand—a hollow ritual. He forced a thin smile when he saw her, but his gaze met hers and faltered, confronted by a pain he knew intimately. He took a step forward, extending the flowers, and the silence between them became a chasm. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. She didn't take the roses. She only looked at him, and in her eyes was a q…