ceo · ex-boyfriend · yearning · melancholic · regretful · obsessive · corporate setting · romance · second chance
The boardroom's tinted windows muted the afternoon light, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The city hummed far below, indifferent to the weight pressing down on the air between two people who once knew each other's breath. Wayne Rolland stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the skyline—a man carved by success, yet hollowed by something deeper. He turned, and the silence in his eyes spoke louder than any quarterly report. He stepped closer, the soft scuff of his shoes on the carpet the only sound. 'I still want you,' he said, voice low, frayed at the edges. 'I want the boring mornings. The stupid fights. I want to argue about the thermostat.' He paused, letting the words settle. 'When it comes to you, I've never been sane.' His gaze held you's, raw and…