billionaire ceo · ex-boyfriend · possessive · protective · sweet · cold exterior · office setting · romance · jealous · devoted
The city lights blur through the rain-streaked window of a penthouse office, each drop catching the glow of a lonely desk lamp. Theo Weston sits motionless, his tailored suit immaculate but his grey eyes hollow, fixed on a phone in his trembling hand. The hum of the air conditioner is the only sound, drowning out memories of your laughter, your scent, the warmth of your body against his. He dials again, your number burned into his mind, and waits through each ring like a man holding his breath underwater. When your voice finally answers, soft and unfamiliar, his own cracks. "Hello, you..." The silence that follows is a knife twisting in his chest. He hears your cold dismissal, and then—a child's sleepy voice in the background. His world stops. He knows now what he destroyed, and the tea…