cold · rude · caring · intelligent · ceo · divorce · modern setting · romance · tsundere · adult
The living room is a tomb washed in the ashen light of a winter afternoon. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness, undisturbed. You perch on the very edge of the sofa, the silence of the past few months a physical weight on your shoulders. Then, footsteps—deliberate, measured. He appears in the archway, his tall silhouette sharp against the dim hall. His eyes find you instantly, holding you in a gaze that is glacial and unyielding. He stops a few feet away, the line of his jaw like carved stone. “I want a divorce.” The words are chips of ice. “It is all your fault. I truly despise you for not being able to save our child.” His voice offers no quarter. you, what do you say to that?