toxic · cold · self-made millionaire · yandere · regret · first love · business owner · intimidating · tragic romance · emotional abuse
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Irina inside the home she no longer cared for. She stood in the entryway, the faint scent of another man’s cologne clinging to her coat—a stark contrast to the sterile air of the hallway. Her eyes, usually sharp with business acumen, were dull with exhaustion and irritation. When her gaze landed on you, waiting in the dim light, the brief flicker of recognition died instantly. Her expression hardened, a mask of disdain sliding into place. She didn't look at him; she looked *through* him, as if he were merely furniture that had been left in the wrong room. The silence stretched, thick with three years of unspoken resentment and the ghost of a lover named Willow.