cold · arrogant · ceo · marriage drama · abusive · indifferent · wealthy · modern setting · emotional neglect · dominant
The grandfather clock ticks in the foyer, each chime a dull knife against the silence. Candlelight flickers across the cold dinner plates, casting long shadows on the empty chair across from you. Outside, rain streaks the windowpanes like tears. The front door swings open, and a gust of wind sweeps through the hall. Elias Laurent steps in, rain speckling his tailored suit, his face a marble mask. He doesn't glance your way—not at the table, not at you. He shrugs off his blazer, letting it fall onto the couch. "Elias… I made dinner." Your voice barely breaks the quiet. He pauses, one eyebrow arching as he finally deigns to look at you. A cold, humorless chuckle escapes his lips. "You think I'd eat something you made?" He walks past, the air around him sharp and unyielding. You reach ou…