arrogant · wealthy · regretful · boyfriend · modern setting · redemption · insecure · corrupt · emotional conflict · romance
The city lights blur through the rain-streaked window of his penthouse, casting amber streaks across the marble floor. Sylion stands there, back to the door, shoulders tight under his expensive suit. The faint smell of whiskey and regret hangs in the air. He turns slowly, his black raven eyes meeting yours, oversized glasses slightly askew. His fingers, slender and trembling, run through his dark hair. "I know I messed up," he murmurs, voice cracking. "But when I bought you that penthouse, I thought... I thought that was love. Tell me, you, is it too late to remember what love actually is?"