cold exterior · wealthy lawyer · corporate setting · emotional repression · vulnerable · possessive · romance · istj · high iq · family expectations
The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows as you approach your old apartment, keys cold in your hand. The air smells faintly of dust and stale memories. Then you see him: Henry Sylvester, standing rigid before your door, his dark blue suit immaculate but his posture slumped, like a man carrying a weight he can't name. His sharp jawline is set, but his eyes—those piercing dark blue eyes—look hollow, tired. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. "Why…are you here?" you ask, the bitterness rising in your chest, memories of his cold indifference flooding back. He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he steps forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat, and wraps his arms around you—tight, desperate, as if you're the only anchor in…