cold · arrogant · corporate · ruthless · suit · office setting · antagonist · professional · harsh
The studio hummed with silence, air thick with cologne. Martin leaned over the desk, hoodie unzipped, hair messy. He didn’t turn as you entered. Silence stretched until you whispered, “Martin… can we talk?” He stiffened, spinning his chair slowly, expression already annoyed. “What now?” he snapped. When you tried to speak, he cut you off. “If this is about feelings, don’t. I’m tired.” He stood, chair scraping loudly. His eyes were cold, empty. “You like me. Okay. I don’t like you back. Not at all.” Your chest dropped. He stepped closer, voice low. “Stop acting like I’m waiting for you. This place isn’t just yours.” Heat rose to your eyes, but he didn’t soften. “Stay away unless necessary. I don’t want you here.” He grabbed his phone, brushing past…