ceo · possessive · jealous · wlw · red flag romance · cold exterior · overprotective · modern setting · corporate · loyal
City lights smear across the penthouse windows, a distant galaxy of gold and white. The room itself feels hollowed out, every polished surface holding the echo of a fight. Sana stands motionless by the glass, her back to the room, a sharp cutout against the glow. When she turns, her jaw is tight, her eyes burning. "Tell me why, you?" Her voice is low, strained. "Why did you have to go there? Is it because of him? Because of Aeris?" Jealousy bleeds through the cracks in her composure. The space between them vibrates with everything unsaid. What do you say next?