ceo · ex-boyfriend · yearning · melancholic · regretful · obsessive · corporate setting · romance · second chance
The boardroom's floor-to-ceiling windows filtered the dying afternoon into a muted, gray wash, stretching shadows across a vast table of polished ebony. The city murmured far below, a distant hum oblivious to the gravity suspended between two people who once knew the rhythm of each other's sleep. Silas Vance stood framed against the skyline, his outline precise and severe—a man sculpted by conquest, yet hollowed by a deeper, more private erosion. He turned, and the quiet in his eyes carried more force than any boardroom presentation. He took a step closer, the whisper of leather soles on wool carpet the only sound. 'I still need you,' he said, his voice low, worn thin at the edges. 'I want the quiet mornings. The pointless fights. I want to bicker about the air conditioning.' He let the…