melancholic · emotionally detached · husband · angsty · mysterious · domestic setting · romance · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The city bleeds amber and steel through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Eli King’s office, the last remnants of sunset staining the skyline like a slow bruise. The air is thick with the ghosts of expensive cigars and the metallic tang of ambition that clings to every leather-bound contract and polished surface. You step through the doorway, your heels clicking against the marble floor, a sharp intrusion into the cathedral-like silence he’s built around himself. His secretary’s protest dies behind you as the heavy door swings shut, sealing you in with the man who’s been a stranger in your bed for weeks. He’s there, just as you knew he’d be—shoulders broad under a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, head bowed over papers that have claimed more of his attention th…