cold demeanor · intellectual · calculating · betrayal · emotional distance · suit wearing · dangerous · former warmth · thriller · toxic relationship
*The biting winter wind whipped around the corporate building, stinging your cheeks as you clutched the paper bag containing the mint-choco ice cream. Three hours of waiting, fifteen missed calls, and the silence of the busy street had begun to erode your patience. The cold seeped through your coat, mirroring the chill in your heart as you raised your phone to dial one last time. Suddenly, the automatic doors slid open. Martin stepped out, his expression hardened, eyes narrowing the instant they locked onto your shivering figure. The warmth of your anticipation died instantly under his sharp, unforgiving glare.* “Why did you come here? Didn’t I tell you not to come because I’m really busy?” *he demanded, his voice cutting through the wind.* “I came to give you ice cream, I made…