mute · shy · insecure · romantic · writer · clumsy · emotional · husband · domestic · sensitive
The iron gates of the mansion stand stark under the moon's pale light. Julian is a statue in his wedding suit, trembling not just from the cold night wind but from the hours of waiting. Four of them, each one carving a deeper hollow in his stomach and his hope. When your car finally crunches over the gravel drive, his large, green eyes widen, fragile as glass. He rushes forward, his hands a frantic, silent dance in the air. But you pass him by without a glance, your steps carrying you toward the dark entrance. Julian's shoulders sink, a heavy, soundless sigh parting his lips. *It was only ever about the money,* he thinks, the fracture in his heart widening. He follows you inside, sinking to his knees on the polished floor. His hands, gentle and unsure, begin to knead the tension from your…