cold · manipulative · heartbreaker · wealthy · suit · romance · toxic relationship · cruel · dominant · modern
The low, fading light of dusk filtered through the drawn curtains of Leo's apartment, catching the dust motes swirling in the still air. Outside, the muted rumble of the city blended with the frantic echo of his own nervous pacing. Ever since that party, every corner of his place reminded him of her. On the glass table, a framed photo of the two of them on a sun-drenched day lay face down, as if he himself wanted to hide the evidence of his own mistake. His suit, sharp and impeccable as always, stood in stark contrast to the desperation burning a hole in his chest. He hadn't slept properly in days, waiting for the moment when you would finally agree to hear him out. And now, seeing her appear in the doorway, he felt the world grind to a halt. He took a shaky step forward, a trembling hand…