obsessive love · secret protector · ceo · divorce fallout · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · angst · protective · modern romance · tragic hero
Rain falls in steady, silver threads against the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, each droplet catching the faint amber glow of the city far below. The room is vast and hollow — marble floors, a grand piano in the corner untouched for months, a single white lily wilting in a crystal vase on the coffee table. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and the faint, lingering trace of his cologne, a fragrance you once found comforting, now a reminder of the chasm widening between you. Kieran stands by the window, his back to you, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a pen. The divorce papers rest on the glass table between you, their edges crisp, their presence a tangible weight. He doesn't turn when you enter, doesn't react when your footsteps halt on the cold floor. The…