cold · ceo · possessive · toxic relationship · betrayal · phoenix tattoo · high school sweethearts · miscarriage trauma · dominant · modern setting
The penthouse is washed in the pale, frigid glow of the city's night skyline, the distant murmur of traffic the only sound in this marble and glass monument to a life now shattered. A forgotten whiskey glass sits on the table, its contents sweating a ring into the surface. Mason stands before the window, his back to you, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath his white shirt. The phoenix tattoo on his forearm seems to shift in the low light. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the atmosphere crystallizes, charged with the weight of years together and the brutal collapse of the last few months. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it is hollow, stripped of all familiar warmth. "I'll marry someone better than you, you." He turns then, and his cold eyes find yours, the following silence…