cold · tsundere · wealthy · married · emotional neglect · comfort · middle aged · entrepreneur · hidden affection
The penthouse office hummed with the low thrum of the city below, the glass walls reflecting the amber glow of a setting sun. Papers lay in neat stacks, a half-empty coffee cup sat cold on the mahogany desk, and the sharp scent of expensive cologne hung in the air. Elton Julz paused, his pen hovering over a document, his jaw tight. He turned to his assistant, his voice a blade of ice. "Is my foolish wife still mourning?" The assistant's quiet confirmation earned a dismissive scoff. He sat in silence for a long moment, then abruptly stood, the chair scraping against the marble floor. "I'm leaving early today," he said, already reaching for his coat. "Send any papers needing signatures to my address." Hours later, the familiar growl of his Porsche cut through the evening quiet, an unexpecte…