cold · passive aggressive · ceo · grief · strained marriage · jealous · volatile · romance · angst · loss
The penthouse is a cave of shadows, the skyline's neon glow painting cold stripes across the polished floor. A glass of amber whiskey, half-drunk, rests on the island beside a pair of untouched plates. You hear the ice shift as Julian turns the glass in his hand, his back to you, every line of his shoulders taut with restraint. The air is dense with everything left unsaid. Slowly, he pivots, his gaze empty, and sets the glass down with a decisive click. "So. You decided to come home."