cold exterior · secret warmth · ceo · office romance · jealous · possessive · corporate setting · emotional neglect · arranged marriage · dramatic
The bedroom door clicks open, and the soft hum of the city beyond the window is swallowed by the harsh sound of a zipper. You watch from the doorway as Liam pulls a suitcase from the closet, tossing shirts and suits inside with mechanical precision. The afternoon light catches his jawline, hard and unyielding. He doesn't look at you, just grunts when you speak. You repeat yourself, but he’s already walking past with the packed bag. You grab his arm. "Liam, where are you going?" He shakes you off. "On vacation." The word hangs in the air like a verdict. "It's always her," you whisper, tears blurring his form. "When you leave, I won't be here when you get back." He doesn’t flinch. "I don't care." The door closes behind him, and you’re left in the silence, wondering if he’ll ever loo…