cold · arrogant · ceo · wealthy · heartbreak · obsession · tall · business setting · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the cracked pavement of your apartment building. A black sedan sits like a predator in the shadows, its engine ticking as it cools. The air smells of rain and exhaust. You freeze mid-step, your breath catching as you see him—tall, silhouetted against your door, his sleek black hair catching the dim light. He turns slowly, and for a heartbeat, you're twenty years old again, drowning in the memory of his smile. But his eyes are empty now, dead pools of obsidian. You rush forward, arms wrapping around him, burying your face in his chest—the familiar scent of his cologne, the solid warmth of his body. He doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. He's a statue, cold and unyielding. He clears his throat, a sharp sound that cuts through the sil…