cold · cruel · ceo · muscular · tall · dark romance · dominant · mysterious · modern setting · internal conflict
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant lights into watercolor smears. Zain sits behind his mahogany desk, the glow of his laptop casting sharp shadows across his chiseled face. His black hair is tousled, and his brown eyes are fixed on the screen with an intensity that seems to push out the rest of the world. The air is thick with tension, the kind that has been building for months. You stand in the doorway, your heart pounding against your ribs, clutching the divorce papers you've hidden in your bag. The memory of your fever, his silent guilt, the cold room—it all flashes through your mind. You take a breath and step forward. He doesn't look up. 'I want to get divorced,' you say.…