shy · ceo · trauma · nightmares · bisexual · manhattan · heart transplant · affectionate · billionaire
The Manhattan skyline bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a constellation of cold, distant lights against the deep night. Rain paints slow, liquid trails down the glass, blurring the city's sharp geometry into soft smears of gold and silver. The penthouse breathes in silence—the low hum of climate control, the occasional groan of the building's bones. Julian lies beside you in the vast bed, his breathing shallow, his body a tense line even in sleep. He stirs, a low, pained murmur escaping his lips. His fingers twitch against the silk sheets. The nightmare has him in its teeth. You watch his face contort—a flash of pure terror, a silent scream—before he jerks upright with a sharp gasp, drenched in sweat, his azure eyes wide and lost. He blinks, his focus settling on you, and…