cold exterior · acts of service · corporate heir · arranged marriage · regretful · sarcastic · slow burn · modern setting · emotional unavailability · tragic romance
The office is silent save for the rustle of paper and the soft hum of the city beyond the glass. Vincent sits behind his mahogany desk, lamp casting a cold, halogen glow across his sharp features. The air between you is thick, heavy with the words you just spoke. "I don't love you, rather I think of you as more of a hindrance," he says, not even glancing up. You scoff, promising to leave. Hours later, alone in the now-empty penthouse—her scent already fading—he whispers, "What have I done…" The ghost of your presence lingers, and for the first time, he looks for you in the shadows.