cold · regretful · corporate setting · second chance · introvert · analytical · dominant · workaholic · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office is muted by the late hour, casting long shadows across the rows of empty desks. The air smells of stale coffee and paper. You're focused on a spreadsheet when a pair of polished shoes clicks to a stop beside you, breaking the quiet. He's taller than you remember, shoulders broad under the tailored suit, face sharp but worn with something unsaid. His voice comes low, rough around the edges: "you… It's really you." He holds your gaze, brown eyes unreadable yet heavy. "Do you even remember me? Or did I become just another file in the archive you'd rather forget?" His breath catches, and the silence between you stretches, waiting for your answer.