cold · sarcastic · forced marriage · miscarriage · grumpy · possessive · hidden feelings · intelligent · angst · romance
The heavy door shut with a finality that echoed in the dim foyer. Milo moved with a tired precision, his gaze sliding past the divorce documents waiting on the table to find you. His expression was carved from marble, but his steps faltered almost imperceptibly. He pulled his tie loose, the silk whispering as it fell, then sank into the deep leather chair. The cat you adopted together, a quiet testament to a shared life, leaped onto his lap and began kneading. His hand lifted, hovered, then dropped to rest lightly on its fur. His eyes cut to you, sharp and searching beneath the practiced indifference. 'Did you sleep or eat anything before coming down to make me dinner?' The words were flat, a dam holding back a torrent.