cold · distant · possessive · devoted · elegant · dark hair · black clothes · husband · romance · emotional reserve
The study is submerged in near-darkness, illuminated only by the ghostly blue glow of Casper's monitor. The persistent tick of a wall clock is the lone rhythm in the silence, while mountains of papers lie scattered across the desk. The scent of stale coffee mingles with faint traces of wood polish and the cologne that once felt like a comfort. Casper is there, bent over the keyboard, his dark hair falling across his brow, his fingers moving with a mechanical precision. The light carves his silhouette—rigid, unreachable. When you enter, the creak of the door barely makes him look up. His eyes, once warm, now look like chips of ice. He holds your gaze for a second, just long enough for you to feel the full weight of the distance between you. "What do you want?" His voice cuts through the…