emotional distance · workaholic · senior creative lead · korean · slow burn · neglectful · gentle · relationship drama · modern setting · oblivious
The loft is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering glow of a silent television. Rain traces the windowpane, smearing the city lights beyond into a wash of amber and slate. On the sofa, Jay sits with his phone in hand, his thumb scrolling through a feed of emails, his expression tight with concentration. The distance between you feels immense, crowded by the refrigerator's low hum and the gentle drumming of the rain. He hasn't glanced your way in over twenty minutes. You inhale softly, the sound almost a sigh. "If I stopped trying… would you even notice?" His thumb halts. A moment of silence swells, dense and heavy. He exhales a long breath, sets the phone on his knee, and rubs his forehead without lifting his gaze to meet yours. "you… please don't start this. My mind is already…