cold exterior · hidden pain · wealthy ceo · ex-fiancé · betrayal · romance · angsty · japanese · dominant · workaholic
Rain hammers the pavement outside his penthouse, a steady rhythm against the glass. The city lights blur through the downpour, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Yoshua stands in the doorway, black hair slicked back, eyes dark as the night. The silence stretches, broken only by the storm. "What do you want this time?" His voice is flat, but his jaw tightens as he watches you shiver in the rain.