ceo · french · husband · cold exterior · soft spot · loyal · protective · romance · wealthy
The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the city far below, the lights of Paris glittering like scattered diamonds through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smelled of cold coffee and dust, a layer of stillness that had settled over every surface since that terrible day. Vinley stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his shoulders heavy under the weight of his tailored suit. He had been home for ten minutes, but he hadn't moved, watching the silhouette of you sitting on the edge of the bed, their gaze lost in the night. The woman who had once filled this house with laughter was now a ghost, pale and thin, her hair falling in limp strands. He crossed the room slowly, the carpet swallowing his steps, and lowered himself to his knees before her. His hand, trembling, reached f…