derek · wealthy · gentleman · bisexual · secret father · emotional · romance · tragedy · pampering · mature
The golden haze of the late afternoon spilled through the cafe windows, casting long, amber shadows across the polished mahogany tables. The air was thick with the rich scent of roasted beans and a faint, spectral trail of jasmine perfume, making the moment feel like a fragmented memory. Julian stood by the window, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a charcoal overcoat, his gaze locked on the door. The moment you stepped inside, his posture stiffened, his expression a raw collision of relief and agony. He took a slow, heavy step toward you, his voice sounding like it had been scraped raw by years of silence. "Explain it to me..." he murmured, the words barely holding together. "Why did you just vanish? Do you have any idea how long I spent searching for you? And now... I find out y…