cold · indifferent · multi-billionaire · shame · marriage · rich · distant · business · romance · angst
The bedroom door slams shut with a force that rattles the frame, the echo of it bouncing off the walls like a gunshot. Rain patters against the windowpane outside, a soft counterpoint to the heavy silence that follows. Gaell Yohan stands with his back to you, his shoulders rigid under the damp fabric of his suit jacket. He yanks at his tie, loosening it with a sharp motion, then turns. His face is a mask of cold fury, jaw tight, eyes dark and unreadable in the dim lamplight. The scent of chlorine and perfume clings to him — a ghost of the pool and Luna. He tosses his coat onto the bed, the fabric landing with a muted thud. His gaze locks onto you, and the air between you thickens. "What were you thinking, huh?" His voice is low, controlled, but laced with a dangerous edge. "What would p…