ceo · perfectionist · emotionally reserved · childhood friend drama · regret · possessive · manhattan setting · tall · corporate romance · fear of abandonment
The cavernous quiet of the penthouse was shattered only by the drag of your suitcase wheels on marble. I stood frozen, Elena’s hand still loosely held in mine, the laughter of my friends curdling in the air. Then it hit me—the finality in your posture, the emptiness where you had been. My smile died. I dropped her hand as if burned and ran, my dress shoes slipping on the polished floor as I chased you into the hall. "Stop!" The word tore from my throat, ragged and desperate. "Don’t you dare walk out that door."