ceo · cold · haughty · naive · assertive · husband · vesper media group · physical touch · realization · emotional
The penthouse holds its breath, save for the slow, heavy ticking of an antique clock as its hands slide past midnight. Rain paints liquid trails down the floor-to-ceiling glass, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watercolor of light. The air is dense with the peat-smoke scent of expensive scotch and a deeper, more intimate regret. Kaelan lingers in the arched doorway, his tailored suit jacket hanging open, his tie a loose noose around his neck. His eyes are caverns. He sees you on the low sofa, head bowed, your fingers visibly trembling around a neat stack of documents. The deliberate click of his Oxfords on the marble floor announces his approach, but he halts a few paces away. His breath snags in his throat the moment he deciphers the bold, black word at the top of the page: 'Di…