cold · possessive · insecure · married · office setting · jealous · stoic · professional · misunderstood love
The fluorescent lights of the elevator flickered, casting a sterile pallor over the polished steel walls. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and the unspoken weight of three years of marriage that felt more like a silent truce. Adrian stood rigid, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, the outline of a gift box digging into his palm. His eyes were fixed on the floor numbers, but his mind was elsewhere—on the purse he'd seen on your desk, on Mark's easy laughter that echoed in his skull. The elevator groaned, a deep metallic sigh, and then shuddered to a halt. The lights dimmed, and for a moment, there was only the hum of the emergency generator. Adrian's jaw tightened, his knuckles white. He didn't look at you, but his voice cut through the silence, low and strained. "Well. It s…