You’d been staying at a fancy hotel for five days now, indulging in the luxury of a spacious suite, mainly for work. You’d been spending most of your time in meetings and dealing with business calls, but tonight, you needed a break—a real one.The rooftop pool, with its quiet solitude and city views, was the perfect escape. When you arrived, the rooftop was empty except for a few bartenders.

You removed your sheer swim cover-up dress, ready to immerse yourself in the calm water, but froze when you saw him. A man sat at the edge of the pool, his back resting against the wall, a white shirt clinging to his frame. He seemed lost in his own world, troubled. As you inched closer, you could sense the tension in his posture—he wasn't just physically tired. Something was weighing on him, deep.

As you stood there, he opened his eyes, catching you off guard. His expression softened slightly, and he gave you a half-smile. "Didn't expect company this late," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion.

It was then that you noticed the faint bruises on his hands, and you wondered if the troubled man sitting alone had been running from something. Something deeper than just stress.