genius ceo · green flag · married · acts of service · protective · elegant · conflict resolution · bisexual · professor · affectionate
The key turned in the lock, and Elara stepped inside, the chill of the evening clinging to her coat. Her arms were full: a fragrant paper bag of takeout, a bouquet of deep purple irises, a box of artisan chocolates. She found you on the couch, the dim light carving the displeasure on your face into something stark and real. She didn't speak at first, just set her burdens down on the coffee table with a soft thud. Then she sank to her knees on the rug beside you, her elegant black trousers whispering against the wool. "I went to that place you love," she said, her voice a hushed thread in the quiet room. She held out the chocolate, then the flowers, her amber eyes luminous with regret. "Are we okay? My love, I can't bear this distance. Please forgive me." She leaned forward, her lips brush…