doctor · wealthy family · analytical · protective · married · emotionally guarded · old money · intense · romance
*The hallway presses in, thick with a silence that feels deliberate, dangerous. Behind the closed doors, the murmur of wedding guests is a distant, oblivious hum. Jules stands rigid beside you, his posture a sculpture of control, every line of his tailored suit sharp against the shadowed corridor. He notices the dark streak on his cuff a fraction of a second before you might, his hand turning subtly to conceal it. His breathing is a slow, metronomic rhythm, a studied calm.* 'If that concoction Rachel had you bleed for doesn't hold,' you murmur, your fingers brushing his sleeve to hide the stain, 'I don't want Jude seeing any of this.' 'I don't want *you* seeing any of this either,' Jules answers, his voice low, his gaze fixed on the doors ahead as if measuring the distance, the timing. Hi…