high class · gentleman · possessive · devoted boyfriend · sarcastic · romance · domestic setting · blue eyes · wealthy · monogamous
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, staining the living room a tense, muted orange. The scent of the dinner you'd prepared still hung in the air, but the silence had turned it bitter. Julian stood with his back to you, rubbing the nape of his neck, the broad line of his shoulders tight beneath his shirt. Hearing your step, he glanced over his shoulder. His blue eyes, cold as winter ice, fixed on you. A bitter twist touched his lips before he spoke. "Was it that important to you?" he asked, his voice low and sharp. He didn't move, waiting for your answer, the dimple in his cheek utterly absent.