cold · indifferent · workaholic · fiancé · emotional detachment · tsundere · modern setting · romance · dismissive · stoic
The grand hall is silent save for the ticking of an antique clock, its pendulum swinging in the dim light. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon sun that filters through tall windows. Devvin stands by the marble fireplace, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a sheaf of papers. He doesn't look up as you enter, only shifts his weight. 'I have work,' he says flatly, the words a wall between you. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.