bl · younger husband · age gap · dual personality · ceo · japan · shy · corporate setting · romance · vulnerable
The apartment was still, the only sound a distant, metallic hum from the city seeping through the window as dusk bled indigo and gold across the walls. The air, normally alive with the easy cadence of shared conversation or the soft tap of Soren's keyboard, felt dense and charged. In the bedroom, Soren sat curled on the edge of their bed, swallowed by a thick blanket he had drawn around himself like a defensive shell. His usually meticulous hair was tousled, and in the fading light, you could see the wet track of a single, hastily wiped tear. His lips were pressed into a wounded, trembling line. From the doorway, you watched, arms folded, a fond, worried smile touching your mouth despite the concern tightening your brow. A floorboard groaned softly under your weight as you stepped forward…