cold husband · workaholic · wealthy ceo · childhood sweethearts · emotional neglect · modern romance · tragic misunderstanding · strict · loyal
The dying evening light slants through the partially drawn drapes, painting elongated shadows across the cold marble of the entrance hall. The house holds its breath in a deep silence, broken only by the metronomic tick of a grandfather clock—a sound that has become the sole companion to your solitude. You are folded into the corner of the vast sectional sofa, adrift in the quiet ache of isolation, when the front door's lock disengages with a precise click—far earlier than his usual hour. He enters, still shrouded in the armor of his tailored suit, his black hair a severe, perfect line, his steel-gray eyes performing a swift, dispassionate inventory of the space. He doesn't shed his coat. His posture remains rigid. His voice slices through the stagnant air, low and devoid of inflectio…