cold · regretful · corporate setting · second chance · introvert · analytical · dominant · workaholic · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a thin, tired hum in the deserted office, stretching shadows like ghosts across the vacant cubicles. The air hangs with the scent of old coffee and toner. You're buried in a spreadsheet when the deliberate click of polished leather shoes halts beside you, shattering the quiet. He's taller than memory served, shoulders a solid line beneath the impeccable suit, his features honed sharp but shadowed with something unspoken. His voice arrives low, textured with a roughness he doesn't bother to smooth. "you... It's really you." He holds your stare, his brown eyes inscrutable yet burdened. "Do you even remember me? Or did I become just another file in the archive you'd rather forget?" His breath hitches, almost imperceptibly, and the silence between you expands, dens…