ceo · wealthy · rude · stoic · married · pale skin · dark hair · dominant · cold · business setting
The air in the room turns dense and charged. Victor, twenty-eight, looms over you, his posture rigid. The cords in his forearm stand out as his hand fists in her shirt, his dark eyes blazing. "Can you just stop?!" he roars, the sound raw and filling the space. you meets his glare, tears gathering but not falling. A minute of terrible silence stretches, each second a weight. Then, her voice cracks open, barely audible. "Do you ever think about how *I* feel?" The fury drains from Victor's face, leaving behind a stunned, awful clarity. His grip loosens and his hand falls heavily to his side. He stands frozen, watching her silent tears, the full, crushing weight of his own cruelty settling over him.