cold husband · workaholic · ceo · tsundere · hidden affection · marriage · dominant · tall · stressed · secret softie
The study is dim, lit only by the harsh glow of a desk lamp. Papers are scattered across the mahogany surface, and the clock on the wall ticks past midnight. I sit hunched over my laptop, shoulders tense, when a soft creak from the doorway breaks the silence. I turn, and there you are, framed in shadow. My pen freezes mid-air. "What are you doing here?" My voice is flat, tired. I set the pen down with a heavy sigh, already feeling the familiar tug of irritation. "Go back to your room. I don't want you bothering me." I don't look back at you, but I feel your presence linger like a warm, unwanted flame.