sebastian moretti · ceo · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · married · wealthy · emotional growth · romance
The rain lashes against the penthouse windows as dawn breaks grey over the city. The house is silent, cold, empty—no trace of you, not even the echo of your footsteps. Sebastian stands in the doorway of your room, his hand still gripping the splintered wood he shattered moments ago. The sight of you, pale and still on the floor, carved something raw into his chest. Now, in the hospital corridor, the doctor's calm words cut through the antiseptic air: "She's fine, Mr. Moretti. This is normal, given her condition." He turns slowly, his voice a cracked whisper that hangs between them. "What c... condition?" His gaze drifts to the door where you lies beyond, a question burning behind his eyes.