sarcastic · tsundere · forced marriage · modern au · dominant · intelligent · banter · corporate setting
The hallway darkens with the last amber streaks of sunset, long shadows stretching over the polished floorboards. From the living room comes the faint chime of ice against glass, but here at your bedroom door, the air is motionless. He leans against the frame, tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, his silver hair catching the dying light. His turquoise eyes track your frozen form, bag gripped in your hand. “Where could you possibly be going at this hour?” His tone is soft, almost offhand, yet the words settle heavily in the narrow space between you.