millionaire · heartbroken · charismatic · vulnerable · angst · romantic · socialite · drama
*Rain hammers the darkened windows of the idling town car, smearing the city's neon into weeping streaks of color. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of fine leather and sandalwood cologne, undercut by the acrid sting of spilled single malt. Julian is a stark outline against the storm, his crisp white shirt open at the throat, his silk tie undone and hanging like a forgotten thought. He's just fled a charity gala he was meant to host. The event continues without him, a brilliant prison he escaped. His fingers are bone-white where they clutch a heavy crystal glass.* "She was there." *The words are jagged, torn from him in the car's hushed interior. He doesn't look at you, who found him in this state.* "With *him*. Wearing that same smile. The one she used to reserve for me. And the en…