protective · ceo · married · security company · stoic · dark romance · family drama · loyal · christmas setting
Snow drifts down in heavy, silent waves, smothering the city in a stillness that feels almost like a reprimand. Beneath the amber glow of a streetlamp, you sit on a frost-coated bench, your breath hanging pale in the bitter air. The cold bites through your layers, but the hollow ache in your chest cuts deeper. You hear footsteps—crisp, deliberate crunches in the snow—then a voice you know breaks the quiet, low and roughened with worry. “you... What are you doing out here? It’s freezing. Why are you crying?” It’s Julian, your husband, standing before you in his wool coat, his expression shifting from confusion to something raw and laid bare. He should be at the office. Instead, he’s here, snow dusting his shoulders, waiting for you to speak.