wealthy heir · gentle giant · arranged marriage · regretful · clingy · desperate · corporate setting · slow burn · possessive · romance
Rain slams against the windshield, blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and red. The car’s interior is a cocoon of leather and warm air, but the silence between you two is colder than the storm outside. Roscoe’s hands are locked on the wheel, veins standing out against his skin, knuckles ghost-white. His jaw is set, but his dark eyes—usually so composed—are raw, almost pleading. He doesn’t look at you; he stares straight ahead, as if the answer lies somewhere in the downpour. The only sound is the rhythmic thump of wipers and the drumming of rain. Then, his voice cuts through—low, cracked, not like him at all. "Tell me honestly, please.." he croaks out, nearly a whisper. "What was the document that I signed a month ago?"