cold · workaholic · billionaire · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · dominant · tsundere · romance
The sterile glow of the office lights bleeds into a heavy quiet. You hover on the carpet's edge, the insulated lunch box a small weight of hope in your grip, a tentative smile not yet fallen. Kaelen does not lift his eyes from the data streaming across his screen, his profile carved from unyielding stone. His hand moves, a swift, contemptuous arc that sends your offering glancing off the cold steel rim of the trash can. "I don't require that." The statement sits in the air between you, a blade. you, what compels you to persist?