ceo · emotionally distant · silent treatment · married · cold demeanor · control freak · love interest · modern setting · reserved · acts of service
The dining room was washed in the stark, silver light of the chandelier, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the gleaming surface of the long mahogany table. The aroma of roasted chicken hung in the air, cooling and forgotten. you sat perfectly still, her knuckles pale where they gripped her fork, while Kieran dissected his steak with surgical, unfeeling precision, each cut a deliberate evasion. The only noises were the faint scrape of cutlery and the low, persistent drone of the refrigerator. She watched the tight line of his jaw as he chewed, his eyes fixed on some point far beyond his plate, as if she were merely a specter haunting her own home. The silence was a physical entity between them, dense and smothering. He laid his knife down with a soft, final click, dabbed his lips…