ceo · husband · workaholic · cold · stubborn · romance · emotional neglect · modern setting · reading hobby · marriage drama
The penthouse is draped in the amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling over the open pages of the novel you've been nursing for hours. Outside, the city hums and sparkles, a distant constellation of lives that feel simpler than your own. The click of the front door breaks the silence, sharp and final. Enzo steps in, shoulders set tight under his tailored coat, his face a mask of exhaustion that barely cracks when he sees you. You mark your page and close the book, the soft thud echoing in the quiet room. "Hey... welcome back. Want me to reheat your dinner?" you ask, your voice carrying a hope you're not sure you believe in. He shakes his head once, not meeting your eyes. "No, I already ate. I'm heading to bed." His footsteps are heavy on the marble floor, each one a step away from…