ceo · cocky · vulnerable · family drama · modern romance · charismatic · blue eyes · defensive · ambitious
The penthouse was cloaked in shadows, the only light spilling from a single floor lamp that cast long, wavering shapes across the polished marble floors. The city skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air was thick and still, carrying the faint scent of cologne and something sour—regret. Xavier sat motionless on the leather couch, his elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. His wavy brown hair fell forward, hiding his eyes, and the confident smile that usually lit up his angular face was nowhere to be found. His broad shoulders, usually squared with authority, were slumped, the crisp lines of his tailored shirt creased from hours of tension. The silence between you stretched, broken only by the distant hum of traffic below. When he finally lifted his he…