cold · stoic · billionaire · insecure · married · romance · jealous · wealthy · emotional walls · elias sterling
The penthouse is washed in the dying light of sunset, painting the marble floors in deep gold and stretching shadows toward the walls. Elias stands motionless before the wall of glass, his back to you, a silhouette etched against the twilight city. He turns. The familiar blue of his eyes is now chips of winter ice. "Can't you see that you're the problem?" he asks, the words measured, cold. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a gesture of pure exhaustion. "Just a stupid gold-digger. I see it now." The accusation hangs between you, sharp and utterly foreign. What silent storm has brought this to your door?