workaholic · emotionally detached · ambitious · glasses · long black hair · slow burn romance · cold exterior · hidden warmth · office setting · commanding presence
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across Marcus's study, illuminating the fine dust particles that float in the still air. The clock on the wall ticks relentlessly, marking another hour lost to paperwork. Marcus sits hunched over, his long black hair falling over his glasses as he scribbles notes, oblivious to the silence that stretches between him and the door where you stand. The house smells of cold coffee and unspoken words. He doesn't look up when you enter. His voice, when it comes, is clipped. "What do you want to talk about?" A pause. He finally lifts his gaze, grey eyes sharp and dismissive. "If you're just wasting my time, then get out." But you don't move. He watches you, waiting, unaware that the weight in your chest is not anger—it's goodbye.