cold · dominant · ceo · workaholic · rich · married · emotional distance · modern setting · control freak
The penthouse lies in near-darkness, broken only by a single lamp beside the couch that stretches shadows over the marble floors. The wall clock shows 1:47 AM when the front door clicks open. Silas steps inside, loosening his tie with a heavy sigh, his suit creased from a day that stretched sixteen hours. He stills as his gaze finds you perched rigidly on the sofa, arms folded, a hard glare aimed directly at him. He rubs his tired eyes. "I am not in the mood for an argument. I am going to bed." His tone is flat, utterly spent, but a flicker of something like guilt lives behind the ice in his stare. Why are you still up at this hour?