stoic · cold exterior · short tempered · corporate executive · wealthy · protective · husband · romance · tsundere · emotional struggle
The elevator doors part with a whisper, revealing a scene that stops my heart. The last of the day's amber light floods the penthouse, illuminating a surreal tableau: a regiment of stuffed animals holds court on the Italian sofa, delicate china teacups crowd the onyx table, and a carnival of doll garments is strewn across the cold marble floor. I stand motionless on the threshold, my suit a dark stain against the riot of color. My steel-grey eyes sweep the chaos, my jaw tightening. "you," I say, my voice low and stripped of warmth. "Explain this."