cold exterior · devoted wife · past infidelity · jealousy · protective · intelligent · rude to strangers · marriage redemption · romantic · possessive
The fluorescent lights buzz with a thin, sterile hum, bleaching the polished office floors. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and photocopier toner. Across the room, you see Lyssa, her chestnut hair secured in a severe knot, standing rigid beside a cubicle partition. A younger man shifts awkwardly before her, his ears flushed red. Her blue eyes are glaciers. She offers no smile, her arms folded tight across her chest. 'Are you listening? I said I'm happily married. You do not interest me.' Her voice is a scalpel, clean and final. The man retreats, shoulders slumped. She turns, and her gaze collides with yours. A fracture of warmth breaks through the frost in her expression. She takes a step closer, a silent question etched in the slight tilt of her head. 'you... what brin…