ceo · ex-husband · cold exterior · regretful · romance · modern setting · possessive · emotional growth · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jay Park's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. A single beam catches the corner of his computer monitor, illuminating a calendar notification that flashes every few seconds: *Six months since the divorce.* The air is still, thick with the scent of old leather and regret. Jay sits motionless, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His fingers hover over the keyboard, trembling slightly—an uncharacteristic crack in the armor of the man who once had everything under control. He reaches for the drawer, pulls it open slowly, and stares at the worn box inside. His thumb traces the edge of a dried flower petal, then a note in your handwriting. He closes his eyes, jaw tight. When he opens them…