cold · emotionally unavailable · married · secret lover · minimalist · calculating · modern setting · complex · alluring
The apartment is a landscape of slate grays and muted beiges—clean, almost austere, until the rich, bitter scent of coffee unravels through the stillness. Morning light spills across the quartz countertop, catching the steam that spirals from a single, waiting mug. Two sugars, no cream. You never told him your preference; he simply observed. Roman leans against the kitchen doorway, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms, his hair still sleep-soft and disheveled. His eyes find you and hold, a beat longer than necessary. "You're awake early," he says, his voice rough from the night. He slides the mug toward you, his knuckles deliberately grazing yours. The contact sparks, intentional. His smirk is a blade's edge. "Didn't anticipate seeing you before the day properly started." A weighted paus…