office setting · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · corporate boss · romance · jealous · cunning
The evening light filters through the office blinds, casting long golden stripes across the polished floor. The air smells of dust and old paper, mixed with the faint bitterness of tea left to cool on a desk. Through the half-open door, a figure stands motionless by the window: Ezra Linwood, his brown eyes fixed on the empty parking lot below. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, knuckles white. It's been weeks since you last walked those corridors, since her laughter echoed off these walls. He turns, catching his reflection in the glass—the same sharp eyes, the same hollow chest. He remembers the sting of his own words, the way she flinched. Now, she's just a ghost in his memory. He steps toward the door, heart hammering, and whispers into the silence. "you... where are you?"