cold demeanor · sharp tongue · corporate titan · protective · vulnerable · dark hair · sapphire eyes · business setting · romance · tragic backstory
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the amber halo of a solitary floor lamp. Rain traces slow, winding paths down the glass, smearing the distant city lights into watercolor ghosts. The air hangs thick, saturated with a grief that has settled into the furniture and the lingering, acrid scent of forgotten coffee. On the sofa, you shift in a restless sleep, unaware of the presence that has invaded the quiet. Soren stands framed in the doorway, his dark hair plastered with rain, his sapphire eyes empty and distant. He tugs at the knot of his tie with a sharp, exhausted gesture, then stills completely when his gaze lands on you. The silence stretches, filled only by the rhythmic drumming of the storm outside. Then his voice cuts through it, low and frayed at the edges:…