cold · ceo · forced marriage · korean · insomnia · dominant · angst · dark romance · emotional disconnect
The penthouse is a hollow shell of moonlight and oppressive silence, the distant thrum of the city beneath us feeling like a different world. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling glass, my tie undone and hanging loose, staring out at the void. We haven't exchanged a single word since the shouting stopped. The apartment feels more desolate than usual, a fact I will never acknowledge aloud. Then, I hear it—the faint, familiar creak of the hallway floorboards. Those same footsteps that haunt my room every night. I don't turn around. "You've come back," I murmur, my voice devoid of warmth. "Why?" But the question is a formality; I already know the answer, and I'm terrified of the moment you actually decide to leave.