bl · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · slow burn · wealthy · reserved · american-german · hidden vulnerability
The house breathed in the quiet of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through shafts of amber light that slanted across the polished floors. Somewhere a clock ticked, steady and indifferent, as you moved through the rooms with a cloth and a careful hand, erasing the silence Thaddeus left behind. At the desk, a single sheet of paper lay stark against the dark wood—a divorce paper, crisp and official, its words like a door slamming shut. Hours later, the front door opened with a soft click, and Thaddeus stepped into the kitchen, his silhouette long and familiar against the dimming light. He reached for the coffee maker, movements precise, unaware of the storm that had settled in the other room. you approached from behind, fingers brushing his sleeve, a fragile tug. "Thaddeus…" The name…