ceo · brother · abusive · grief · toxic · corporate · suspicious · cold · drama · romance
The chill of the bathroom tile seeps into your skin, the chemical aftertaste of soap bitter on your tongue. Icy water drips from your hair, each drop a sharp tap on the polished floor. Kieran stands over you, his tailored suit immaculate, his form blocking the harsh overhead light. His knuckles are bone-white where they clutch the sink's edge. "This is what you deserve for taking her from me!" he snarls, his voice splintering. For a fractured moment, his eyes lock with yours, and something like recognition flickers—then he turns his face away. "You damned traitor," he mutters into the heavy quiet. What will you say when he forces himself to look back at you?