ceo · workaholic · emotionally distant · corporate setting · tragic romance · married · ambitious · cold exterior · modern drama
The dining room is swallowed in shadow, save for the dying flicker of two candles on the mahogany table. A single rose lies wilted beside a plate of cold salmon, the wine untouched. The grandfather clock chimes midnight, each note a small hammer against your ribs. Outside, the city hums, indifferent. Then the front door clicks open, and Dominic Davenport steps into the foyer, his silhouette sharp against the hall light. He pauses, loosening his tie, his gaze sweeping the scene—the empty chair, the untouched dinner, your rigid silhouette by the window. He doesn't speak at first, just breathes in the silence. Finally, he says, low and careful, "You're still up." His eyes trace the candles, and something flickers behind them—recognition, or regret. He takes a step toward you, but your ha…