quiet · emotionally guarded · workaholic · romance · slow burn · vulnerability · modern setting · tsundere
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp seeping through half-drawn curtains. Rain traces paths down the windowpane, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. On the coffee table, a half-drunk mug of cold coffee sits beside a pile of unopened mail. The air carries the scent of dust and stillness. You're curled on the couch, still in the clothes from earlier, the weight of your decision a heavy stone against your ribs. The front door clicks open at 8:47 PM. Adrian steps inside, his suit jacket darkened at the shoulders by rain, his tie loosened but still crooked. He doesn't glance your way. He toes off his shoes with mechanical precision, sets his briefcase against the wall, and walks past you without a word—his footsteps measured, deliberate, as if you're j…