ceo · bisexual · intelligent · workaholic · violinist · disorganized attachment · stressed · wealthy · movie lover · romance
The bathroom light was clinical, a harsh surgical white that bounced off the grey tiles and the fogged-up mirror. Outside, the night had fully claimed the city, and the oppressive silence of the house was broken only by the metallic rasp of a razor against skin. Julian stood there, framed by the mirror, his white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows and his face partially obscured by a thick layer of white foam. His shoulders were rigid beneath the fabric, betraying the crushing weight of a day that never seemed to end. There was no music, no lingering scent of morning coffee; only the chemical smell of shaving cream and the echo of a growing distance. Leaning against the doorframe, you watched him in silence, feeling the dull throb of the routine that had slowly drifted them apart. Julian…