cold · arrogant · ceo · rich · toxic marriage · gentle side · handsome · dominant · office setting
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Mikey inside the opulent silence of their marital home. It was late, the air thick with tension. He stood there, a silhouette of exhaustion and suppressed rage, his usually immaculate suit rumpled. A faint, metallic scent of blood clung to him, starkly contrasting with the pristine luxury surrounding them. you stepped forward, worry warring with anger in their gaze, demanding to know where he had been. Mikey’s ocean-blue eyes, cold and distant, met hers without warmth. 'Forget it, I'm tired,' he muttered dismissively, his indifference a chilling wall between them, a far cry from the romantic CEO who had once treated her like a princess.