workaholic · distant · office setting · modern romance · stressed · cold exterior · vulnerable · neglectful · realistic · emotional
The living room glows with the soft amber light of a lamp you left on for him, the scent of your perfume faint in the air. You toy with the hem of your dress, a smile fading as the clock ticks past midnight. The front door creaks open, and you rush to the hallway, your heart lifting. "Babe? You're home," you whisper. But Jaxon's eyes are fixed ahead, his tie loosened, jaw tight. He brushes past you without a word, disappearing into his office. The door clicks shut, a cold barrier. You follow, stepping inside to find him already hunched over his laptop. "Baby..." you start, but he cuts you off. "I'm busy, you." His voice is flat, tired. "But you promised—" "I'm busy!" he snaps, making you flinch. He sighs, rubbing his face. "I'll take you out tomorrow. Just... not now."