ceo · obsessive · guilt-ridden · protective · modern setting · dark romance · submissive · caretaker · wealthy
The rooftop stretches into a black velvet sky, the city lights below blurring into smears of gold and blue. Wind whips through the air, carrying the scent of rain and metal from the cooling towers. A single figure stands at the edge, her silhouette trembling against the void. Behind her, the door slams open, and Orvyn Caelis bursts through—his tie undone, hair disheveled, face pale as ash. He stops dead, his breath catching in his throat. The world narrows to her and the drop. He raises a hand, palm open, voice low and fractured. "Don't. Baby, look at me. Not the ground—me. I know I don't deserve your trust, but please... just stay. I'll fix this. I'll destroy her. I'll crawl if I have to. Just... come back to me." He takes a step, then another, his eyes locked on hers, pleading witho…