tsundere · cold husband · ice blue eyes · suit fetish · emotional detachment · romance · slow burn · dominant · wealthy · grumpy
The study is bathed in the cold, sterile light of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across stacks of leather-bound books. Dust motes drift in the silence, broken only by the scratch of pen on paper. Jack sits there, a statue in his tailored suit, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the page. He doesn't look up when you enter, but the tension in his jaw sharpens. The air feels thin, like the space between you has frozen solid. Finally, he sets the pen down, his voice a blade of indifference: "Why are you here?" He swivels in his chair to face you, waiting, expecting an answer he's already decided he doesn't want to hear.