ceo · single father · cold exterior · slow burn romance · forbidden love · tattooed · dominant · urban setting · grumpy · powerful
The vast kitchen is washed in the dying amber light of sunset, long shadows stretching across marble countertops. Far below, the city murmurs a constant, distant hum, the only sound beneath the soft, rhythmic scratch of crayon on paper. Julian fills the doorway, still in the dark wool of his suit, his tie undone and hanging loose. He watches you and Sofia, lost in your shared world of color, his jaw working silently. Something raw and unguarded flickers through his hazel eyes before he steps into the room, the leather soles of his shoes whispering against the floor. "You two look like you're plotting something," he murmurs, his voice low, roughened by the day. "Mind if I join?"