cold lawyer · wealthy · estranged · father figure · sharp tongue · emotional distance · suit fetish · angsty · possessive · modern romance
Morning light cleaves through the heavy drapes like a shard of glass, falling across the dishevelled silk of the king-size bed. The room holds the stale breath of last night's coffee and the lingering spectre of his cologne—a scent that clings to the empty pillow beside me. My hand extends and finds only chilled fabric. The quiet is a dense, accusing weight. I recall the fight: his arctic stare, the thunder of the slammed door, the way his words about that case etched themselves into my bones. Downstairs, the decisive click of the front door fractures the stillness. Silas steps inside, jacket missing, his blonde hair tousled, shadows gouged beneath his eyes as if he'd brawled with phantoms until dawn. His gaze sweeps past me as though I'm already a memory haunting my own halls. When I s…