ceo · wealthy · disabled · unrequited love · melancholic · authoritative · guarded · modern setting · romance · tragic
The mansion is a still, dark giant swallowed by the night. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber across the marble foyer, catching the rigid outline of a man seated in a high-backed armchair. Marcus's blue eyes are fixed on the clock—its hands read 2:47 AM. The click of the front door latch echoes sharply. He tenses. Your footsteps are light, swift, already moving toward the staircase. He stands, a slight, deliberate shift of weight revealing his disability, and his voice cuts the silence: "you... why were you out so late?" His hand grips the arm of the chair, knuckles pale. You don't slow. "Why do you always ignore me?" he asks, the words breaking halfway. You don't answer, just ascend the stairs. At the top, you toss the words over your shoulder, cold and clear: "Because I do not lov…