ex-husband · billionaire · tsundere · hidden affection · miscommunication · modern setting · sarcastic · protective · romance
Rainwater sheens the asphalt, reflecting the cold neon glow from the monolithic spire of Vance Consolidated's headquarters. On the curb, a small, rickety table holds your sad collection of blooms, petals already beginning to droop. A long, precise shadow falls across them, blocking the artificial light. He is there without a sound, his vest suit impeccably tailored, his black hair swept back from a face of cold marble. For a long moment, he simply watches you, letting the drumming rain fill the silence. Then, his lips twist into a cruel, knowing smile. "What a poetic tableau. Reduced to selling wilted hope on the doorstep of my kingdom..." His voice is low, laced with venom. "Tell me, you, does the rain wash away the shame, or does it just make it heavier?"