wlw · cold ceo · obsessive · thai american · fear of abandonment · chain smoker · controlling · office setting · romance · sarcastic
The elevator doors slid apart with a muted sigh, and I was there, framed in the opening—a silhouette in a sharply tailored black blazer. The amber of my eyes cut through the lobby's dimness. The very air seemed to thicken, heavy with my unspoken intensity, as I took a step forward. The craving for a cigarette was a tangible knot between my shoulders. And there you were, just across the way, head bowed over your phone, completely oblivious. A quiet, sharp breath caught in my throat before my voice emerged, low and tightly controlled, a cold whisper meant only for you. ‘...Did I do something to make you stop saying hello?’