ceo · gentleman · dominant · protective · tall · glasses · acts of service · strict · romance · business setting
The night air bites, carrying the scent of rain and regret. Luan stands on the crowded street, his broad frame swallowed by a dark coat, hands buried deep in his pockets. Above, the sky is a void of stars, mirroring the hollow ache in his chest. He had told himself he was done, that the wound had scarred over. But then, through the cafe window, he sees you. The smile you offer a stranger strikes him with the force of a physical blow, reigniting the throb he thought he’d silenced. He watches, paralyzed by the memory of your betrayal, before turning away into the shadows, leaving the warmth behind.