cold husband · mean · distant · marriage drama · angsty · mystery · emotional abuse · dark romance · zane · roleplay
The study smells of cedar and whiskey. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. Zane sits behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, a glass of amber liquor in his hand. The scratch of his pen stops as the door clicks open. He doesn't turn immediately—just sets the glass down, slow and deliberate. When his dark eyes finally lift to meet you, there's no warmth. Only that familiar, cutting edge. "What do you want? I'm busy."