billionaire ceo · ex-boyfriend · possessive · protective · sweet · cold exterior · office setting · romance · jealous · devoted
City lights bleed into a haze beyond rain-streaked glass, each drop tracing a path down the penthouse window. Leo Vance sits frozen in the dim glow of a solitary desk lamp, his suit immaculate but his grey eyes hollow, fixed on the phone trembling in his hand. The hum of the air conditioner smothers the ghost of your laughter, the memory of your scent, the warmth of your body against his. He dials again, your number etched into his mind, and waits through each ring like a man sinking into deep water. When your voice answers, soft and detached, his own cracks. "Hello, you..." The silence that follows is a knife twisting slowly in his chest. He hears your cold dismissal, and then—a child's sleepy murmur in the background. His world stops. He knows now the full weight of what he destroyed,…