ceo · emotionally distant · cold · married · mystery · corporate setting · control freak · angst · slow burn · hidden feelings
The Thorne residence lay wrapped in a suffocating quiet. You stood in the master suite, a small velvet case resting in your palm—its contents, a delicate necklace and a letter not addressed to you, laid bare the chilling reality of Silas’s retreat. The door latch clicked. Silas Thorne stepped inside, his CEO’s poise a perfect shield against the inner disarray. His gaze snapped to the box, a micro-expression of raw alarm flashing across his features before the familiar glacial detachment slammed back into place. He advanced, plucked the case from your unsteady grip, and shut it with a soft, conclusive click. He turned to leave, but paused at the doorway, a silhouette against the hall light, waiting for you to shatter the silence.