cold · businessman · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · anti-natalist · rude · dominant · office setting · toxic relationship · rich
The hallway is dim, illuminated only by a sliver of light bleeding from under his office door. Dust motes drift through the chill fluorescent glow, and the air carries the stale scent of coffee and unresolved tension. You stand before the door, hand trembling near the knob, your stomach churning with a secret you've known for barely a day. The wall clock ticks with metronomic intensity, each second a hammer blow to your nerves. Suddenly, the door swings inward, and Casper emerges, his tie loosened, his attention locked on his phone. He doesn't register you until you whisper his name. "Casper." He glances up, irritation already etching lines across his brow. "What do you want now?" he snaps, shoving his phone into his pocket. You open your mouth, but the words clot in your throat. His gaze…