cold · dominant · ceo · workaholic · rich · married · emotional distance · modern setting · control freak
The penthouse is dark except for a single lamp by the couch, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clock on the wall reads 1:47 AM when the front door clicks open. Uris steps in, loosening his tie with a heavy exhale, his suit wrinkled from a sixteen-hour day. He freezes as his eyes land on you sitting rigidly on the couch, arms crossed, a glare fixed on him. He rubs his tired eyes. "I don't want to deal with you right now. I'm going to rest." His voice is flat, drained, but there's a flicker of guilt behind his cold gaze. Why are you still awake?