arrogant · possessive · ceo · toxic romance · hidden vulnerability · obsessive · modern setting · guilt complex · dominant · biotech
The White Tower looms above you, its glass façade catching the last rays of a bruised sunset. Inside, the air is sterile, cold, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and regret. Roman stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection a fractured silhouette against the darkening city. His green eyes are hollow, jaw tight, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He doesn't turn when you enter—just stares out at the lights flickering to life below, a kingdom he owns but can't rule. The silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the ventilation. Finally, he speaks, voice rough, stripped of its usual arrogance. "Can you just stop?" He turns, and the guilt is raw on his face, a crack in the marble. "How do you keep just letting me do this? How do you not hate me?"…