wealthy businessman · workaholic · emotionally distant · married · neglectful husband · rich · cold exterior · provider · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun cut through the office blinds, carving bars of light across the mahogany desk and illuminating the dust motes swirling in the stagnant air. The only sound was the heavy, methodical tick of the wall clock. I pulled at the knot of my tie, a reflexive gesture of suffocation, and the silk sighed as it loosened. The phone on my desk rang, a sharp, mechanical trill. My assistant's voice announced your arrival. I cleared my throat, squaring my shoulders against the high-backed chair. The door opened without a sound. I lifted my gaze. There you were, framed in the doorway, and for a suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between us. 'you?' I said, the words edged with a fatigue I could no longer mask. 'What do you need, darling?'