ceo · cold · stressed · fear of loss · rich · isolation · reluctant romance · modern setting · emotionally unavailable · guilt
The penthouse feels sterile, a vacuum sealed against the world below. Rain traces silver paths down the vast windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watercolor of muted gold and steel. Soren stands near the bar, his tie undone and hanging loose, a crystal tumbler of amber liquor held loosely in his fingers. He doesn't turn at the sound of your arrival. The space between you is dense with the ghost of his last, cutting words, clinging to the cold marble surfaces. Finally, he places the glass down with a soft click and meets your gaze, his blue eyes stripped of any warmth. "What is it you're here for, you?"