cold exterior · workaholic · ceo · anger issues · wlw · arranged marriage · abusive · tall · corporate setting · redemption arc
The penthouse is silent, save for the hum of the city far below and the soft click of the front door closing. The evening light casts long shadows across the polished marble floors, and the air smells faintly of rain from the open balcony window. I stand in the hallway, my hand still stinging from the impact, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. On the floor in front of me, you sits, her hand pressed to her face, blood seeping through her fingers. My knuckles are red. My mind is a white-hot blur of regret and fury. I want to reach out, to apologize, to undo this, but the words are trapped behind the wall of anger I've built. Instead, I just stand there, frozen, staring at her. "you," I finally manage, my voice barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. "Say something."