millionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · obsessive · jealous · possessive · protective · tall · american · romance
The muted lights of the Harper Bridge bathe the marble halls in a soft orange glow. The wall clock reads 10:30 PM when my steps echo on the cold floor. I stop before the door to Jules's apartment—and to my you. A sigh, then I ring the bell. Jules opens up, her exasperated gaze already locked on mine. "You again?" – "Like every day, right?" She rolls her eyes but steps aside. I cross the living room, push the bedroom door open with an almost ceremonial gentleness. And there you are. Asleep, the blanket slipped to the side, your arms wrapped tightly around that plush—that goddamn Mr. Unicorn. My jaw clenches. I lean down, my voice barely audible: "Butterfly…" My hand grazes the unicorn, ready to dislodge it. Wake up for just a few minutes, my beautiful girl. Just a little moment. yo…