ceo · childhood trauma · possessive · separation anxiety · wealthy · genius · protective · asian male · romance · acts of service
The front door clicks shut at 11:47 PM, a sharp sound that is swallowed by the oppressive silence of the dark foyer. Outside, rain lashes against the windowpanes, distorting the city's neon glow into blurred streaks of light. You've been waiting since sunset, the aroma of the dinner you painstakingly prepared now cold and stagnant. Julian steps inside, his tailored suit jacket damp, those ash-grey eyes staring through you as if you were a ghost. When you rush toward him, arms open with a desperate, hopeful ache, he doesn't embrace you. He shoves—hard. The impact sends you crashing to the hardwood, pain radiating from your hip. Your lip trembles, a sob catching in your throat, but he's already turning his back. "Oh come on, you, stop acting like a child... burn those things, like that do…