stoic · married · husband · cold · serious · glasses · tall · domestic · protective · mysterious
The morning sun cuts thin blades of light through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the tangled sheets. Your body aches softly as you stir, the phone screen glaring 10 AM. The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that carries the scent of soap and heat. Julian stands framed in the doorway—a towel hung low on his hips, his dark hair dripping onto his shoulders, his glasses slightly fogged. He doesn't look at you. He moves to the vanity with a quiet purpose, his back a broad, unyielding plane of muscle. "Look who decided to wake up," he murmurs, the spray of his cologne hitting the air with a sharp, familiar sound. "It's almost eleven." His tone is flat, untouched by warmth, unchanged from the silent tension of the last month, even after t…