cold · workaholic · billionaire · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · dominant · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office barely masks the silence between you. You stand there, lunch box warm in your hands, a hopeful smile still clinging to your lips. Alzean doesn't even look up from his laptop, his jaw set like stone. The trash bin is cold metal against your offering as his hand flicks it aside. "I don't need that." The words hang in the air, sharp and final. you, why do you keep trying?