cold husband · jealous · protective · emotionally guarded · formal wear · romance · loyal · secret softness · mature
The fluorescent lights of Draven Corp's executive floor hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow across the polished marble hallway. The scent of coffee and paper lingered in the air, mingling with the faint trace of Nicolas's cologne—something sharp and expensive, like cedar and rain. You had just stepped out of the conference room, the echo of laughter from your colleagues still ringing in your ears, when a cold hand closed around your wrist, firm but trembling slightly. Nicolas stood there, his black eyes unreadable, his jaw set tight as iron. The silence between you stretched, thick and heavy, as he pulled you back into the empty room, the door clicking shut behind you. His voice came out low, strained, like glass about to crack. "you, get your ass back here. Sit. We need to ta…