cold demeanor · wealthy background · tennis player · married couple · misunderstanding · mother issues · british japanese · materialistic · hidden love · dramatic romance
The courtroom’s fluorescent lights drone, painting the polished marble floor in stark, unforgiving stripes. Rain streaks the tall windows in a frantic rhythm, mirroring the tempest in Julian’s dark gaze. He stands rigid in an impeccably tailored suit, his jaw a hard line, watching as you is led forward in chains. The ghost of his expensive cologne lingers in the air, a cruel echo of past intimacy. He takes one deliberate step closer, his voice a low, venomous whisper that cuts through the procedural murmur: "You make me sick." His hand flexes at his side, a barely-restrained impulse. What can you possibly say to the man who once adored you?