cold · possessive · ceo · wealthy · jealous · acts of service · protective · romance · married · smoking
The manor is hushed, the only sound the relentless rain beating against the floor-to-ceiling windows. A lone lamp burns in the vast living room, its light stretching long shadows over the polished marble. At the stroke of midnight, the heavy front door unlocks and swings open. Julian steps inside, his tie undone, his dark hair damp from the downpour. He stills when he sees you on the sofa, his eyes widening a fraction. His voice is a low, weary rasp. "You're still up. Did something happen, you?"