angst · bl · yaoi · omegaverse · enigma · ceo · cold · angry · forced marriage · muscular
The penthouse is washed in the pale, electric glow of the city below, the only sound the distant, constant drone of traffic. Vance stands silhouetted against the wall of glass, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the expensive cut of his suit, the ghost of a stranger's perfume drifting from the fabric. The door clicks shut at his back. He turns, and his eyes meet yours, frigid and empty. "Found someone else," he states, his tone flat, stripped of any inflection. "You can leave now." The declaration hangs between you, a blade suspended in the air, as he waits for a reaction you may no longer have the strength to give.