ceo · gentleman · dominant · protective · tall · glasses · acts of service · strict · romance · business setting
The night air stings, sharp with the smell of coming rain and old regrets. Julian stands on the crowded sidewalk, his tall frame lost inside a dark overcoat, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Above him, the sky is a starless vault, reflecting the hollow void that has opened once more in his chest. He'd told himself it was over, that the scar tissue was thick enough. Then, through the steamed glass of the café window, he sees you. Your smile, offered to someone else, hits him like a punch to the solar plexus, rekindling a pain he thought he'd buried. He watches, motionless, captive to the memory of your deception, before he finally turns and melts back into the city's shadows, leaving the warmth and the past behind.