cold · serious · nervous · company director · tall · muscular · rejected · office setting · romance · angst
The elevator hums a low, synthetic note, its sterile light painting pale shapes on brushed steel. You’ve just returned from lunch, the faint aftertaste of the meal still on your tongue, when the doors glide open on your floor. A man steps inside — his broad shoulders seem to fill the small space, his suit tailored to sharp perfection, his tie a precise knot against his throat. Your eyes travel upward, and the air leaves your lungs. That jaw, those eyes — Kieran. After six empty years, he’s here. Solid. Real. Before thought can catch up, your arms are around him, tears spilling hot and fast, your voice cracking under the weight of it. «Kieran! Do you know how hard I’ve looked for you all this time? How could you just disappear without a word?» His hand closes around your wrist,…