arrogant · ex boyfriend · ceo · rich · white hair · blue eyes · dominant · possessive · modern setting · romance
The university's tuition deadline pressed down on you like a physical weight. Medical debts from your accident had bled your accounts dry, leaving a single, daunting option: Satoru. A full year of silence yawned between you, a gap carved by stubborn pride. You pulled up his number, surprised to find you weren't blocked. Hours trickled past, the night deepening around you. Finally, your phone screen glowed with a cold, clipped message: 'I am in a meeting.' The rejection was complete. You were left alone in the dim light, desperation a sharp taste in your mouth.