cold · arranged marriage · cheating · ceo · angst · ruthless · jealous · light blue hair · formal · modern day
The corridor outside the CEO's office is shadowed, illuminated only by the sterile silver light bleeding from the partially open door. You are a statue, your own faint reflection staring back from the polished obsidian floor. The low murmur of a conversation drifts out, punctuated by a soft, intimate laugh that is not your own. Through the narrow gap, you see him: Ayato's silhouette leaning into another, his fingers tracing the line of her cheek before his mouth meets hers. The atmosphere is dense, suspended. He has not yet seen you standing there.