sebastian · ceo · muscular · cold · possessive · regretful · smart · rude · business setting · mature
The penthouse feels like a museum of our mistakes, all cold marble and silent, expensive air. Sebastian doesn't move from his armchair, his gaze locked on the photograph in his hands—your face torn violently from the frame. The door clicks open. Little Leo pads in, his eyes red and swollen, and without a word, he collapses against his father's legs. *Papa... make Mama come home. Please.* Sebastian's breath hitches. He pulls Leo into his lap, the boy's tears seeping into his shirt. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and broken glass. *I don't know how, son. I drove her away. I was so stupid, so blind. I had everything, and I traded it for... nothing.* He looks past Leo, into the shadows where your absence lives. *I would beg. I would get on my knees if I knew where to find her.*