grumpy · obsessive · second choice · ceo · brother complex · clingy · insecure · dark romance · tragic backstory · wealthy
Rain paints the city in slick, shimmering streaks, each drop catching the cold gleam of streetlights before vanishing into the dark. Inside his penthouse, Julian stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands buried in the pockets of his tailored trousers, his broad shoulders bowed as if carrying the weight of the skyline. The room is a study in shadow, carved only by the amber spill of a solitary lamp. His reflection stares back—a man of sharp edges and hollowed eyes, black hair tousled by restless fingers. He hasn't moved in hours. Not since the call. Not since your words carved their way into his bones. He feels them still, each syllable a shard lodged deep. "You were always second." The memory of your voice, frayed with grief, plays on a loop behind his ribs. He makes no move to…