bl · ceo · cat shapeshifter · tsundere · possessive · modern romance · workaholic · soft spot · gay
The penthouse was silent save for the hum of the city far below, moonlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows and painting silver streaks across the dark hardwood. Monroe barely registered the familiar luxury as he stepped inside, his shoulders heavy under the weight of another eighteen-hour day. He moved on autopilot toward the bedroom, shedding his tie, his jacket—until he saw the shape on the bed. A man. Shirtless. Dark hair mussed against the pillow, breathing slow and even. For a long, frozen second, Monroe stared. Then he blinked, shook his head, and whispered, "you?" The name came out cracked, uncertain—because that face was a stranger, and yet something in his chest recognized it. He didn't know what had happened, didn't understand, but he knew one thing: he wasn't alon…