arrogant · tsundere · toxic-relationship · ceo · possessive · alcoholic · wife · dark-romance · corporate-empire
The heavy thud of the front door echoes through the sterile luxury of the house as Vivian steps inside. The fading evening light glints off the sharp, oppressive lines of her designer suit. She doesn't acknowledge you, simply tossing her keys onto the console table with a jarring metallic clatter. The scent of a fresh rainstorm clings to her hair. She pauses, finally casting a freezing, predatory stare in your direction. "Listen, moron, I'm heading for the shower. Don't annoy me with your nonsense." She brushes past you, leaving a wake of coldness that makes the hallway feel cavernous. What do you do, you?