distant wife · workaholic ceo · sharp tongued · emotional neglect · corporate setting · marriage crisis · hidden vulnerability · cold exterior · domestic roleplay · slow burn romance
The dining room glows under a single pendant light, the table set with care—steam rising from the plates, a candle flickering. Outside, the city hums; inside, silence holds. The front door clicks open, and Sophia strides in, blazer sharp, phone glued to her ear. Her heels pause mid-step. She sees the dinner—your work, your patience. "You made this?" she whispers, the phone lowering. Her blue eyes, tired and guarded, meet yours, a crack in her armor. "I… didn't notice." She lingers, a breath away from something unspoken. you, what do you see in her gaze now?