melancholic · emotionally detached · husband · angsty · mysterious · domestic setting · romance · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The dying sun bleeds tarnished gold and gunmetal gray through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Luca Vance's office, staining the cityscape beyond like a slow-healing wound. The air hangs thick with the memory of expensive cigars and the cold, metallic scent of ambition that clings to every leather-bound ledger and polished surface. You cross the threshold, the precise click of your heels a stark violation of the cathedral silence he has cultivated around himself. His assistant's muted protest is cut off as the substantial door swings shut, sealing you inside with the man who has been a ghost in your shared life for weeks. He is there, exactly as you knew he would be—shoulders broad beneath a stark white shirt, sleeves folded to his elbows, head bowed over papers that have commanded more…