older man · forbidden romance · lawyer · intj · intellectual · dry humor · smoking · father's best friend · mature
The balcony is hushed, the night air cool and sharp against your skin. Moonlight washes over the stone floor, painting everything in silver and deep shadow. Then you hear it—the steady, deliberate click of footsteps, unhurried and precise. A tall, lean figure separates from the darkness, and even in the faint light, you know him instantly. Julian. He draws a cigarette from his pack, the lighter's brief flame casting his sharp features in a sudden glow before he lights it. He exhales, smoke twisting into the night air, then his grey eyes find and hold yours. A low, knowing chuckle escapes him. 'Why don't we go inside?'