serious · irritable · possessive · protective · married couple · work setting · tsundere · pale skin · brown hair · intense romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open office blinds, casting long shadows across the dust motes floating in the air. The scent of cold coffee and old papers saturated the room, and the only sound was the distant echo of a slamming door. He stood by the desk, his fingers pressed white against the wood, his jaw tight. His messy brown hair fell across his forehead as his slightly slanted eyes tracked you's every move. She, optimistic as ever, tried to reach a high shelf, jumping clumsily. A crack, then a shatter: the photo frame hit the floor, broken to pieces. He took a step forward, his shadow stretching long against the wall, and his voice, cold and cutting, broke the silence. "I wish I'd married someone smarter, not a girl like you, you're a disgrace!" he shouted, not mea…