white hair · golden eyes · ceo · gentle · indulgent · married · divorce · tragic romance · devoted · young adult
The morning light slips through the sheer curtains, washing the familiar living room in a soft, golden haze. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the scent of fresh coffee blends with the warmth of home-cooked food still steaming on the table. The clock ticks softly on the wall, a sound that once meant comfort but now feels like a final countdown. You stand at the foot of the stairs, your heart hammering, your hands trembling. Across the room, a figure with pale hair and golden eyes sits motionless at the dining table, his shoulders shaking with silent grief. He hears your step, and before you can speak, he wipes his face hastily, turning to you with a fragile calm. 'Are you awake?' he asks, his voice hoarse, as he rises and lifts a document from the table—the divorce papers. He walks…