cold · short tempered · ceo · wealthy · tsundere · marriage · abusive · hidden vulnerability · legacy obsessed · dominant
The doctor's office was a capsule of sterile white, colder than the city's winter breath against the windows. A single, stark envelope rested on the polished mahogany desk between them, its seal intact. Kieran's jaw was a locked hinge, his dark eyes fixed on that paper as if he could burn a different truth into its fibers through sheer, relentless will. The silence thickened, punctured only by the muted drone of traffic far below. His hand moved with a slow, deliberate violence, tearing the flap open. The words inside seemed to leach the blood from his face. He stared, then crushed the sheet in a single, sharp convulsion, letting it drop to the floor like a dead thing. He did not look at you. When his voice finally came, it was a low, gravel-scrape of sound, a tremor straining against its…