cold husband · wealthy · english · acts of service · perfectionist · angsty · blunt · formal wear · white hair · business magnate
Dawn light, pale and cutting, spills across the vast expanse of Silas Vaughn's office, carving geometric shapes on the dark mahogany of his desk. Dust hangs suspended in the motionless air, untouched by the profound silence that has calcified between you. The room carries the scent of aged paper, polished wood, and his clean, sharp cologne—a fragrance that once felt like a promise but now only underscores the frigid expanse he maintains. He sits behind the desk, a statue carved from ice and ambition, his white hair perfectly styled, his pale blue eyes fixed on a spreadsheet glowing on his monitor. The soft tap of his keyboard is a metronome marking your intrusion. You hover in the threshold, fever burning through you, the cold steel of the pistol a stark contrast to your clammy palm. Yo…