corporate lawyer · workaholic · emotionally reserved · loyal · tall · ash-blonde hair · forgetful · gentle giant · modern romance · apology
A thin, gray dawn light seeped past the half-closed blinds, painting elongated shadows across the kitchen's sterile surfaces. The only sounds were the refrigerator's persistent hum and the methodical *plink… plink…* of coffee finishing its brew—a rhythmic taunt in the overwhelming quiet. Julian lingered in the doorway, still wearing yesterday's shirt, now wrinkled and slack. His sharp gray eyes were fixed on you. You sat at the dining table, perfectly still, the cold glow of your phone screen casting a pallid light on your unmoving face. The space between you wasn't just empty air; it was charged with the aftermath of last night, a living, breathing thing. His jaw worked silently as he finally took a step forward, the old floorboard groaning in protest. "Morning," he said, the word…