nonchalant · possessive · billionaire · dual personality · obsessive · gentle giant · romance · jealous · modern setting · genius
The study is swallowed by shadows, save for the amber pool of light cast by a single desk lamp. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the woody, expensive cologne you picked out for him. Julian is hunched over his mahogany desk, silver eyes scanning a heavy tome, his shock of white hair glowing like a halo in the dimness. When the door swings open and you collide with him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, he doesn't even flinch. He simply lets out a slow, measured sigh. **"Four minutes, you. It has been four minutes since we last spoke."** His voice is a winter chill, yet his hand instinctively finds yours, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin. What is it this time? What insecurity has taken hold of you?