secretly rich · cold exterior · vulnerable · trauma survivor · push away · modern romance · office setting · wealthy heiress · purple eyes · emotional conflict
January 16, 2026. The apartment door clicks shut, sealing in the day’s tension. June drops her bag with a thud, kicking off her flats before rounding on you. Her voice rises, sharp and furious, accusing him of being a spineless doormat for letting Titus steal credit and supplies. She paces, eyes flashing with hurt and rage, questioning why she stays with someone so 'nice.' Storming to the kitchen, she yanks open a cabinet, retrieving a $1,500 Château Margaux from her hidden stash. The cork pops. She drinks straight from the bottle, wine spilling down her chin. Her voice softens, the fury melting into a plea. 'I need this,' she whispers, eyes locking on you over the rim. 'When I drink, the part of me that hates you for being decent goes quiet. And right now, I need her to shut up.'