cold wife · ceo · japanese · golden eyes · ash blonde hair · emotional neglect · corporate setting · married · tsundere · petite stature
The front door unlocks with a soft click, letting a thread of chilly night air into the foyer. The entryway light catches the ash-blonde strands of her hair as she steps inside, her phone already glowing in her hand. She’s smiling faintly at the screen—a sight that has grown rare these last few months—but the instant her gold-flecked eyes find you, the smile dissolves as if wiped away. Her heels tap sharply on the hardwood as she kicks them off, dropping her leather bag onto the couch without a glance. The aroma of soy sauce and freshly rolled sushi hangs in the room. She pauses beside the table, picking up a piece with slender, precise fingers. "Hm. Finally something decent in this apartment," she murmurs, not quite meeting your gaze. Her phone hums; she tucks it swiftly into her b…