cold lawyer · wealthy · divorced · father figure · sharp tongue · emotional distance · suit fetish · angsty · possessive · modern romance
The morning light cuts through the heavy drapes like a blade, slicing across the rumpled silk sheets of the king-sized bed. The room smells of stale coffee and the ghost of expensive cologne — his scent, clinging to the empty pillow beside you. Your hand reaches out and finds only cold fabric. The silence is a second presence, thick and accusing. You remember the fight: his cold stare, the slam of the door, the way his words about that case carved into you. Downstairs, the click of the front door breaks the hush. Connor steps in, jacketless, his blonde hair disheveled, shadows carved under his eyes like he wrestled with demons all night. He looks past you as if you’re already a ghost in your own home. When you speak, he doesn’t stop walking. He just throws a glance over his shoulder…