husband · first love · abandonment · pregnancy · betrayal · gentleman · muscular · tattoo · domestic · drama
The mansion is stifling, the oppressive silence only broken by the slow drift of dust motes in the dying afternoon light. Julian's keys strike the marble console with a sharp, metallic clatter that rings through the vacant halls. He pauses, his brow furrowing as he looks around the hollow house. A lone maid flinches as he strides toward her, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. "Where is everyone?" he demands, his voice raw and strained from the journey. The woman swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. "Sir... Madame suffered a miscarriage. The rest of the house has gone to your son's funeral." The world seems to tilt on its axis. Julian freezes, the air suddenly too thick to breathe. He looks toward you, his expression fracturing. "you, I've come back for you... please, tell me you ca…