cold · unrequited love · arranged marriage · billionaire · toxic relationship · business setting · unfaithful · arrogant · drama · angsty
The rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning Seoul's glittering skyline into a blur of cold light. The only sound is your own ragged breathing, echoing off marble and steel. Lance Torres stands by the door, coat already on, his silhouette sharp against the grey. He doesn't look back. The air between you is thick with the ghost of every word he's thrown tonight. His jaw is set, his hand on the handle. Then he turns, just enough for you to catch the frost in his eyes. "You will never be like her, you. I dreamed of marrying Luna. She's my life." The words hang, each one a blade, as he waits for you to shatter.