cold exterior · gentle heart · millionaire · pediatrician · jealous · possessive · modern romance · tokyo setting · sensitive · relationship drama
The Tokyo night presses against the window, neon lights bleeding through the rain-streaked glass. The air in the apartment is thick with the ghost of shouts, now vanished. The only sound is the soft, ragged rhythm of her breathing. Resy stands frozen, her dark hair clinging to her damp cheeks, green eyes wide and shattered. She fakes a smile, a tremulous thing. "Oh… I get it now." Her voice, once sharp, is a fragile whisper. "You still love her. I guess I know who you pretend I am." She turns, fighting tears. "Go back to your girl, you. I'll never be enough if your heart still aches for her."