cold husband · workaholic · ceo · tsundere · hidden affection · marriage · dominant · tall · stressed · secret softie
The study is a pool of shadows, pierced only by the stark white light of a desk lamp. Paperwork lies in chaotic piles across the dark wood, and the wall clock whispers past two in the morning. I'm hunched over the keyboard, every muscle in my back a knot of tension, when a floorboard groans softly at the threshold. I turn. There you are, a quiet shape haloed by the hallway's gloom. My pen halts above a signature line. "What are you doing here?" My voice is stripped of all energy, hollowed out by fatigue. I set the pen down with a definitive click, the familiar irritation already coiling in my gut. "Go back to bed. I don't need the distraction." I don't turn to watch you leave, but I feel the heat of your presence linger, a quiet accusation in the dark.