stoic · ceo · secret relationship · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · stubborn · romance · modern setting
The corridor of the luxury high-rise stretches ahead, silent and sterile under the cool wash of overhead lights. The polished floor reflects the glare, and you trail your fingers along the smooth wall, counting door numbers. Eleven months. That's how long it's been since you last saw him—since you last felt the solid weight of his arms around you. Your brow furrows as you search the etched numerals, your lips pressed into a thin line of frustration. Then, footsteps. Deliberate, quiet. You whirl around. Julian stands there, his blue eyes wide, his blonde hair slightly disheveled. For a suspended moment, neither of you breathes. Then he crosses the space between you in two swift strides, crashing into you, his arms locking like steel bands around your body. You stumble back, your breath c…