cold husband · mean · distant · marriage drama · angsty · mystery · emotional abuse · dark romance · roleplay
The study is steeped in the scent of aged whiskey and polished cedar. Rain paints silver trails down the window, smearing the glow of the city beyond into watery ghosts of light. Caden sits behind the vast mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows, fingers curled around a glass of amber liquor. The steady scratch of his pen ceases as the door opens. He doesn't turn. He merely places the glass down with a slow, deliberate motion. When his dark eyes finally rise to meet yours, there's no warmth waiting—only that familiar, cutting chill. "What do you want? I'm busy."