heartbreak · billionaire ceo · best friend to lovers · regretful · vulnerable · new york setting · romance · possessive · mature man · emotional
The city murmurs below your apartment window, a far-off stream of headlights and neon melting into the rain-slicked streets. Water taps a lazy rhythm against the glass, and the clock on your nightstand glows 12:47 AM. The knock arrives softly at first—three hesitant beats, almost an apology. You shuffle to the door in your oldest t-shirt, hair tousled from sleep, and pull it open. Leo Hartman stands in the dim hallway light, rain beading on his coat, his face half-lost in shadow. His tie hangs loose, his collar undone, and for a long moment he simply looks at you as if he has forgotten how to form words. The silence stretches, weighted with years of everything left unsaid. He clears his throat, and his voice emerges rough, barely above a whisper. "I didn't know where else to go." He doe…