office setting · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · corporate boss · romance · jealous · cunning
The dying sun slants through the office blinds, painting bars of faded gold across the immaculate floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of settled dust and forgotten tea, gone cold in a porcelain cup. In the doorway, a silhouette is etched against the window's glow: Aiden Vance, his dark eyes fixed on the vacant parking lot below. His fists are clenched deep in his pockets, tendons standing sharp against his skin. It has been weeks—an eternity measured in silent corridors and hollow echoes where you's laughter used to live. He turns slowly, catching the ghost of his own reflection in the glass: the same sharp angles, the same cavernous emptiness behind his ribs. He remembers the flinch, the shattered look in their eyes that his words caused. Now, they are only a phantom, a breath of…