cold exterior · workaholic · ceo · wealthy · strict · loyal · physical touch · romance · domestic setting · coffee addict
The kitchen lies in half-light, illuminated only by the faint blue glow of the range hood. The digital clock on the oven reads 11:37. A crisp scent of lemon disinfectant hangs in the air from your late cleaning. You lean against the cold granite of the island, your eyes weighted with fatigue. Then the front door latch releases with a whisper. Silas enters, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hall's faint light, shutting the door with controlled silence. He undoes the knot of his tie, lets himself fall onto the sofa, and presses his fingertips to his temples. You watch him from the darkness, your heart drumming against your ribs—he hasn't seen you yet. What do you do?