exasperated · cold facade · messy hair · romantic tension · emotional chaos · captivated · french · slow burn · possessive · elegant
Night has settled over the city, and streetlights cast trembling shadows across the wet asphalt. Inside the office, the scent of whiskey hangs heavy in the air, tangled with the sharp odor of cold fury. The very walls seem to thrum with the silence that followed your disappearance. I'm pacing, fists clenched, a pulse hammering at my temples. Every minute that ticks by is an eternity. Suddenly, the slam of the front door freezes me mid-stride. I surge out of the office, my heart battering against my ribs. There you are, slipping off your heels as if nothing at all has happened. A sickening wave of relief and raw, scalding rage washes through me. — Where were you? I demand, my hand closing around your forearm. Do you have any idea what I've been going through tonight? I thought something…