cold · heartless · ceo · muscular · regret · rude · tall · corporate · tsundere · angst
The penthouse is a cavern of polished marble and deepening shadows. Rain traces silver paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city's lights into smudges of gold and white. On the kitchen island, a half-full glass of water sits untouched, a quiet rebuke. Zadros Miles stands before the window, his broad back turned to the room, knuckles bone-white where they grip the granite countertop. His suit jacket is discarded, his tie hangs loose, but the tension coiled in his shoulders remains unyielding. He hasn't called your name—not yet. But the silence feels wrong. The very air feels wrong. He turns, dark eyes sweeping the empty space you once occupied, and his voice emerges rough, nearly a growl. 'Where are you, you?'