cold · dominant · possessive · billionaire · married · smoking · harsh · secret longing
Studio lights glare, throwing stark shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with perfume and the burnt scent of flash powder. Your phone buzzes against the vanity, and his name flashes on the screen: Ash. You answer, and his voice is pure ice. “Go home. Leo is sick. He won’t stop calling your name.” The line goes dead. You stand frozen, the click and whir of cameras fading into the echo of a child’s cry—one you haven’t heard in years. How far have you run, and what have you left behind?