ceo · obsessive love · coerced marriage · self harm · gentle giant · wealthy · tragic romance · jealous · insecure · business rival
The penthouse is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the slow, relentless drip from a kitchen faucet left unturned. Pale moonlight washes through the panoramic windows, painting silver streaks over cold marble. Silas stands motionless by the bathroom door, his dark eyes locked on the sinuous trails of crimson creeping across the white tile. His hand is bundled in a towel already soaked through, but the physical pain is a distant echo compared to the image seared behind his eyes: you, laughing, wrapped in another man's embrace. He turns his head as you enter, his tall frame trembling with a suppressed tremor, his voice a shattered whisper. "Love me... just once, I'm begging you... just once, look at me and tell me you love me, even if it's a fabrication..." The words linger in the still air, n…