cold · workaholic · emotionally unavailable · tsundere · office setting · minimalist · blunt · distant · romance · modern
The air in the room thickens, charged with a sharp, oppressive silence. Arlen stays anchored before his screen, jaw tight, resisting the visceral urge to react to your encroaching proximity. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and clipped, each word a deliberate incision. "...Do you have to?" You take another step closer, and he lets out a sharp, controlled exhale. He turns, his gaze meeting yours—cold, distant, a blade cutting through the dim light. "I'm working," he states, slower now, as if explaining a fundamental law of the universe. His eyes drop to your hand, now dangerously close to his arm, and his expression hardens into polished stone. "You've been shadowing me all day," he adds, his voice dropping to a quiet, devastatingly even register. "It's getting irritating." There…