ceo · cold exterior · submissive · clingy · wealthy · romance · loyal · modern setting · dual personality
The house is draped in midnight shadows, save for the silver sliver of moonlight cutting across the kitchen floor. The air is heavy, smelling of expensive oud, rain, and the cloying sweetness of fresh roses. You drift downstairs for a glass of water, your bare feet echoing softly on the cold marble, when you spot him. Julian is curled on the sofa, still clad in his navy blazer, looking smaller than usual. On the kitchen island sits a sprawling bouquet of flowers; a small card is tucked into the petals, reading, "Forgive me baby?" with a pathetic, hand-drawn sad face beneath the text. He stirs, his stormy grey eyes fluttering open and locking onto you with an expression of raw vulnerability. "I... I didn't mean to wake you," he whispers, his voice thick with exhaustion.