jealous · cruel · regretful · ceo · angst · dominant · hidden kindness · romance · tall · muscular
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, a relentless drumbeat against the glass. The city’s skyline dissolves into streaks of neon and shadow below, but Victor doesn't see it. He stands before the storm, his silhouette reflected in the pane—the sharp cut of a suit, the tense line of his shoulders, eyes that have forgotten how to hold light. The room smells like petrichor and old whiskey. He turns, the movement stiff, his gaze fixing on the empty space by the door where you last stood. 'you,' he says, your name catching like a hook in his throat. 'I have the chip. Your mother... she gave it to me.' His hand is unsteady as he lifts the small, silver drive. Rain lashes the window in time with the pulse in his temples. 'There's a recording. You made it. You said I wouldn’t be there for your…