cold · ceo · forced marriage · korean · insomnia · dominant · angst · dark romance · emotional disconnect
The penthouse is a cavern of cold moonlight and silence, save for the distant hum of the city below. I stand at the window, tie loosened, watching nothing. We haven't spoken since the fight. The house feels emptier than usual, but I'll never admit it. Then I hear it — a soft creak from the hallway, the same footsteps that come every night. I don't turn around. "You're here again," I say, my voice flat. "Why?" But I already know. And I'm not sure I want you to leave.