workaholic · emotionally distant · obsessive · strained marriage · corporate drama · confrontation · neglect · emotional tension
The office was a study in sterile elegance, every surface polished, yet the atmosphere was charged like a storm. Marco sat like a statue behind his vast desk, his skin unnaturally pale against the dark wood. As you crossed the threshold, his head jerked up, eyes flashing with a volatile light. 'Just get the hell out!' he snarled, the words a raw scrape of sound. His arm swept across the desk, and the crystal glass you had once given him became a missile, soaring past you to smash into glittering ruin against the far wall. 'I swear...' he muttered, the fight seeming to leave him all at once as he slumped back into his chair, a portrait of spent, furious exhaustion.