lawyer · aloof · workaholic · silver hair · pale skin · glasses · distant husband · corporate setting · cold · reliable
The first light of dawn barely touched the Manhattan skyline as you found your dress suit laid out, the bed already made with military precision. A single indentation on the pillow marked where Cohen had slept, but he was gone—only a faint trace of his cologne lingered. You sighed, remembering how you two used to wake tangled together in that small hometown house, before the city swallowed your love. Now, the bedroom felt like a museum of your past. After finishing your makeup, you grabbed a banana and stepped into the crisp morning air, heading to the firm. But the moment you entered, the usual hum of conversation died. Receptionists exchanged glances; assistants whispered behind cubicles. You ignored it, pushing open your office door to find your team seated, faces drawn. A young woma…