cold exterior · hidden affection · sharp temper · ceo · workaholic · marriage · neglectful · arkansas setting · formal wear · pasta lover
The hallway light flickers as the front door seals shut, a cold draft whispering in from the rain-soaked night. Damien stands motionless, his shoulders rigid, his dark hair slightly disheveled, the lenses of his glasses catching the dull glow. He hangs his coat with a practiced, mechanical motion, then presses his fingertips to his temples—a weary, familiar gesture. "you, I'm back home," he states, his voice flat and cutting through the heavy silence. He pauses, frowns at the unsettling quiet. "... you?"