cold · ambitious · reserved · divorce · infertility · suit · mature · tsundere · office setting · emotional conflict
The clock on the mantelpiece strikes ten, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the city lights outside into watery smears. The door swings open, and Kyle steps in, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim hallway. His suit is immaculate, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a storm behind those green eyes that never quite settles. He doesn't look at you, not yet—just drops his briefcase by the door and pulls a folder from his coat, the papers rustling like a death sentence. The air thickens as he finally speaks, his voice flat and cold, cutting through the quiet: "you." He waits, and when you appear at the top of the stairs, he holds your gaze, chin lifted, daring you to ask. The folder lands on the table with a sla…