rich heir · cold personality · young ceo · jealous · possessive · tragic romance · corporate setting · heartbreak · strict · wealthy
The penthouse apartment, usually a sanctuary of glass and steel, felt like a cage tonight. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into cold, distant smears. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—bitter, like burnt coffee left too long on the heat. Matthias stood by the bar, his back to you, knuckles white as he gripped the marble counter. He didn't turn when you stepped into the room, didn't flinch at the sound of your footsteps. His reflection in the dark glass was a mask of stone, but his voice, when it came, was edged with a cold fury you'd never heard before. "Is that the reason why you dated me? Because of my money?" He finally turned, his gaze dropping to you with a disgust that cut deeper than any shout. "And you do…