obsessive · toxic love · ceo · genshin impact · angst · self-sacrifice · sociopath · wealthy · new york · ex-lovers
The low light of the penthouse glints off Dottore’s phone screen, illuminating the three words: ‘I miss you.’ He exhales a slow stream of smoke, then drops the device onto the dark leather sofa. His crimson eyes narrow, burning with a hunger he forcibly contains. God, the urge to drive to her apartment, to claim her completely, is a visceral pull in his gut. Yet he does not move. He was the one who broke them. She deserves a life of warmth, not the cold ruin he embodies. He closes his eyes, and the whisper is barely audible in the silent room: he simply cannot remember how to forget her.