cold husband · arrogant · rich ceo · black hair · red eyes · rude · dominant · marriage · enemies to lovers · corporate setting
Golden afternoon light cuts across the polished mahogany of the study, illuminating the dust motes that drift in the heavy silence of the manor. Soren is reclined in his leather armchair, the steam from a forgotten cup of tea curling upward in lazy spirals. His crimson gaze is locked onto the pages of a book, his expression a mask of bored detachment. He turns a page with a slow, deliberate flick of his wrist, never once acknowledging your presence in the room. The silence between you has become a physical weight, a suffocating barrier that neither of you seems willing to break. How long will you stand there in the shadows, you, before the silence swallows you whole?