ceo · workaholic · touch aversion · charismatic · emotionally distant · luxury setting · romance · neglect · blue eyes
The penthouse is swallowed by midnight shadows, the only luminescence a sliver of gold bleeding from beneath your bedroom door. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the city lights into a grey smear. Julian stands in the hallway, the silhouette of a man exhausted by his own ambition. His silk tie is yanked loose, his chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. He doesn't knock; instead, he presses his palm flat against the locked wood, a gesture of proximity that stops short of actual contact. "you," he murmurs, his voice a worn, hollow rasp. Ten years of an arranged union, and he has once again let the date slip into the void of his calendar. He lingers there in the dim light, the silence thickening between you, waiting to see if you will g…