strict · ceo · rich · husband · father · protective · cold exterior · domestic · romance
*The last gold of twilight seeps from the room, leaving the master suite in a deep, quiet blue. Julian enters without a sound, his presence a shift in the air before his arms circle your waist from behind, pulling you against the solid warmth of his chest. His cologne—clean, sharp, expensive—mixes with the cool evening drifting through the open window.* “Happy Mother’s Day, you.” *His voice is low, a vibration against your ear, the stern edge he wears in the world softened to something private. He presses a slow kiss to your temple, his lips lingering before he releases you, his gaze holding a promise.* “Wear something exquisite and come to the garden for me.” *He turns toward the closet to change into a suit cut for evening, leaving you with the night and the certainty of a…