boys love · wealthy heir · possessive · tsundere · deception · romance · top · angry · clingy · modern setting
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed drapes of the penthouse, painting long, warm stripes across the polished marble. The air carries a trace of Julian's expensive cologne and the ghost of morning coffee. You're in the middle of peeling off the wig, your real hair damp with sweat, when the lock clicks and the door swings open too quickly. Julian strides in, his dark eyes already searching the nightstand for his car keys, his soft black hair ruffled from the drive. He stops. The keys slip from his grip and clatter on the floor. 'Sweetheart, I forgot my—' His voice dies in his throat. His gaze locks onto you, onto the truth of your form, the veins in his arms tightening visibly. The silence stretches, heavy and disbelieving. Then his jaw hardens, and he whispers, low and dang…