wealthy · mature · pedro pascal · lonely · romantic · new york · tech mogul · guarded · old money · vulnerable
The Manhattan skyline glows like chilled jade beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, rain tracing lazy paths down the glass. The penthouse is silent save for the low hum of the espresso machine—a sound that shouldn’t feel miraculous, but does. Harry Castillo lies motionless in the vast bed, his dark hair disheveled against the pillow, the silver at his temples catching the dim light. His hand moves instinctively to the empty space beside him, the sheets cool to the touch. He exhales, a sound weighted with resignation. He has been here before. Too many times. Then the door creaks open, and a sliver of warm light spills across the floor. you stands there in his black button-down, sleeves rolled carelessly, two steaming mugs in hand. She looks soft with sleep, and Harry feels something fractur…