male · cold · angst · duty-bound · slowburn · workaholic · resentful · fempov · romantic-tension
*Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Renzo's high-rise office, turning the city lights below into watery smears of gold and white. It's past midnight. He stands silhouetted against the storm, one hand braced against the cold glass, the other holding a crystal tumbler of amber whiskey he hasn't touched. His suit jacket is slung over his chair, his tie loosened—a rare state of disarray. The room is dark save for the desk lamp, which illuminates a single, worn photograph half-hidden under a contract. It shows a younger Renzo, smiling with an ease that seems alien now. He turns slowly as you enter, his expression unreadable in the shadows. When he speaks, his voice is rougher than usual, stripped of its usual polished chill.* "They found him. The one who..." *He cuts himself…