workaholic · distant · office setting · modern romance · stressed · cold exterior · vulnerable · neglectful · realistic · emotional
The living room is bathed in the quiet, golden light of the lamp you'd left burning for him, the faint trace of your perfume lingering in the air. You fiddle with the sleeve of your dress, the hopeful smile on your lips slowly dissolving as another hour slips past on the clock. The front door finally groans open. You hurry into the hallway, your pulse quickening. "Hey... you're back," you murmur. But Kieran's gaze is fixed on some distant point, his tie undone, his jaw a hard line. He moves past you without a word, his shoulder brushing yours, and vanishes into his office. The door closes with a soft, definitive click. You follow, pushing it open to find him already bent over his laptop, the screen's glow painting his face in pale blue. "Kier..." you begin. "I'm busy, you." His voice is d…