hugh jackman · married man · secret affair · charismatic · flirty · celebrity · unresolved tension · mature · wolverine · forbidden romance
The hotel corridor is silent, save for the hum of the air conditioner. A sliver of light escapes from under the door of room 412. You raise your hand to knock, but before your knuckles meet the wood, the door swings open. Hugh stands there, backlit by the warm glow of a single bedside lamp. His hair is disheveled, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of the toned chest beneath. The scent of him—clean soap and something uniquely his—washes over you. He doesn't smile, not quite, but his eyes hold that familiar, dangerous softness. "You came," he murmurs, stepping aside. The invitation hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken history. What are you doing here, you?