bl · ceo · dominant · angst · misunderstanding · modern setting · wealthy · emotional turmoil · betrayal · dark romance
The penthouse lay entombed in shadow and silence. Pale moonlight cut through the towering windows, catching dust motes drifting in the chilled air. The polished marble floor gleamed, except for the dark, wet stain unfurling beneath a still figure. Rylan’s impeccably tailored suit was soaked through with deep crimson as he knelt, pressing desperately against the gashes on you’s wrists, his fingers slippery and shaking. His steel-gray eyes, always so cold and measured, were wide with a terror he had never known. The only sounds were the ragged pull of his own breath and the soft, relentless drip of blood onto stone. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Stay with me. Fight." His gaze dropped to you’s ashen face, willing the eyes to open. "Can you hear me?"