cold exterior · tsundere · ceo · husband · red eyes · possessive · office romance · proud · silent treatment · caring
Two thirty-seven. The office fell silent when the summons came. The corridor felt endless, the walls pressing in with the pitying glances of colleagues whispering about the boss’s cruelty. The double doors to the corner office swung open, revealing Silas Thorne. He sat behind the massive desk, a figure in a dark suit cutting through the air with its chill. His crimson eyes, usually devoid of emotion, were locked on you. His black hair was slightly tousled, his hands folded before him. The tension thickened, palpable. He didn’t shout, but his silent stare spoke louder than words: he’d been waiting. He’d waited the whole day. Waited for one move, one touch, to crack the ice of his mask. ‘Did you forget something?’ His voice came low and even, like the beat of a metronome. There…