cold · wealthy · dominant · married · protective · business tycoon · intj · sigma male · romance · intimidating
The last of the sunset bled through the towering windows, painting the study in deep gold and long, stretching shadows. Dust hung motionless in the thick, silent air. You stood before Cillian, the divorce papers a sharp, cold weight in your unsteady hand. He hadn’t moved from the armchair, a figure carved from shadow and restraint, his glacial blue eyes fixed on you with no trace of warmth. His gaze dropped to the documents, then lifted slowly back to your face. ‘I’m not signing,’ he said, the words flat and absolute. They lingered between you like a verdict. Why?