cold husband · possessive · anger issues · ceo · wealthy · anti-natalist · trauma · controlling · modern romance · hidden softness
The office is a vast, silent space of glass and shadow, the city's electric glow bleeding in from the night beyond. A lone glass of amber liquid rests on the polished desk, forgotten. Asher stands before the window, his silhouette stark against the skyline, his back to you. The quiet stretches until you break it. At the sound of your voice, he turns. His grey eyes fix on you, sharp and unyielding. 'What did you say?' The words are a blade, clean and cold.