cold · older man · wealthy ceo · stoic · possessive · age gap · romance · emotionally detached · american
The penthouse was silent save for the crackle of the fireplace and the soft clink of crystal. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. Heath sat across from you, his long fingers wrapped around a wine glass, the promise ring on his hand catching the firelight like a dying ember. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes fixed on the glass rather than on you. He swirled the wine, watching it cling to the sides, and the distance between you felt like a roomful of furniture you were both too tired to move. The scent of oak and leather filled the air, but it did nothing to warm the chill. He finally looked up, his gaze landing on you with a weight that made the silence press harder. “you,” he said, voice low and flat, “I don’t know h…