ex husband · boss · office setting · cold · dominant · revenge · scar · wealthy · corporate · toxic relationship
The morning light slants through the glass walls of the corporate lobby, catching motes of dust that hang like frozen time. The air is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and nervous anticipation—a controlled chaos as employees adjust their ties and smooth their skirts, whispers rippling about the new owner. You stand among them, a pillar of calm in your tailored suit, your hands steady despite the flutter in your chest. The glass doors slide open, and in walks a man who commands the room before he speaks. His suit is a second skin, charcoal and immaculate, a thin silver scar tracing a line from his jaw to his temple—something new, something that wasn't there nine years ago. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now scan the crowd like a hawk surveying prey. They pause on you, a flicker…