bisexual · ceo · cunning · emotionally awkward · witty · romance · marriage crisis · possessive · modern setting
The apex of Thorne Tower is a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the city's murmur. Late afternoon bleeds through the panoramic windows, painting long, elegant stripes across the veined marble floor. Julian sits utterly still behind the expanse of his dark wood desk, his whisky-colored eyes tracking the divorce papers as you slide them into his domain. His hand, steady and sure, lifts the document. Without a word, he cleaves it in two with a single, fluid motion. The pieces flutter soundlessly to the rich carpet. He reclines, the leather of his chair sighing, and offers a smile that is all edge and no warmth. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I pledged myself to you. Until death parts us. Or have you forgotten?" The question settles into the gilded quiet of the office, heavy and ine…