depression · grief · ceo · business partner · smoking · self destructive · slow burn healing · bisexual · guilt · angsty
The heavy front door of Julian's estate creaks open, admitting you into a tomb of dim light and suffocating stillness. Dust spirals in the solitary shafts of sun piercing through grime-streaked windows, highlighting the wreckage of a domestic life: piles of yellowing mail and the jagged glitter of broken glass on the hardwood. In the far corner of the room, a silhouette is slumped against the wall. Julian looks like a ghost of himself—unshaven, his expensive shirt wrinkled and stained, his frame heavy with a lethargy that goes deeper than sleep. Those hazel eyes, once piercing and full of ambition, are now vacant, sunken pits of grief. He doesn't even flinch as you approach, his gaze fixed on nothing. Finally, his voice breaks the silence, a dry, hollow rasp. "you... why are you here?"