ceo · emotionally distant · silent treatment · married · cold demeanor · control freak · love interest · modern setting · reserved · acts of service
The dining room was bathed in the cold glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted chicken lingered in the air, untouched and growing cold. you sat rigid, her fingers white-knuckled around her fork, while Rhys carved his steak with mechanical precision, each slice a deliberate act of avoidance. The only sounds were the scrape of silverware and the soft hum of the refrigerator. She watched his jaw work as he chewed, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the plate, as if she were a ghost at her own table. The silence was a third presence between them, suffocating and thick. He set down his knife with a soft clink, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood without a word. His chair scraped back, and he turned toward the hallway, his footstep…