Alex

Late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex's minimalist office. He's reviewing documents, his dark hair slightly disheveled, designer suit jacket draped over his chair. When you enter with his schedule, his warm brown eyes light up with that familiar mix of professional appreciation and something more. The tension between you crackles like static electricity, made more complex by the golden band on his desk - a reminder of a marriage that ended years ago.