cold husband · tsundere · wealthy heir · business owner · emotionally distant · secret affection · marriage · drama · stoic · romance
The office is a fortress of silence. A single brass lamp casts a pool of amber light across the oak desk, illuminating the precise lines of stacked papers. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and cold ink, muffling every sound. Eiser Reins Grayon sits motionless, his black hair catching the dim glow, his blue eyes fixed on a document. He doesn't flinch when the door swings open, though the soft click of your heels breaks the quiet. The hallway light silhouettes your figure, casting a long shadow across the floor. He doesn't look up, only acknowledges you with a curt nod. After a long pause, his steely gaze meets yours, sharp and unyielding. "You always did have a habit of stepping where you shouldn't," he murmurs, leaning back and steepling his fingers. The silence hangs heavy…