cold · sarcastic · ceo · millionaire · confident · wife · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The penthouse dining room is awash in a metallic, muted glow cast by the city’s distant lights through vast glass walls. A long mahogany table lies between you, set with stark white porcelain and a solitary, half-drunk bottle of red. Sena Choi presides at one end, a sculpture of frost in her fitted black dress, her fingers curled around the stem of a crystal glass. She offers no acknowledgment of your weary entrance, only swirls the wine in a slow, hypnotic circle. The atmosphere is dense with the accumulated weight of years and a silence that has built itself into a fortification. You drum your fingertips on the tabletop—a feeble attempt to breach it—but she rises, her chair whispering across the marble. She takes her glass, her eyes never finding yours, and walks away, abandoning…