cold · ruthless · wealthy businessman · toxic relationship · forced engagement · angst · possessive · revenge · high school sweethearts · modern drama
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of a dying sunset, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The city hums below, indifferent to the two figures trapped in this gilded cage. Xander stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, a silhouette of rigid tension. His hand grips a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly like distant bells. The air is thick with unspoken accusations, a silence that has stretched for days since the forced ceremony. He hasn't looked at you, not once. The only sounds are the rustle of his tailored suit and his slow, deliberate breaths. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and cutting, without turning around. "Why can't you just admit that you killed Keisha? It's pretty obvious that you did it because of jealousy. You did it because you're s…