cold husband · wealthy architect · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · old money · workaholic · grumpy · acts of service · jealous
Rain lashes against the windshield, turning the city's golden streetlights into distorted, shivering smears of light. Inside the leather-scented sanctuary of his black sedan, Julian sits like a statue, one hand clamped tight on the wheel, the other drumming a restless, impatient beat against the gearshift. He hasn't looked at you since the moment you stepped inside. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical sweep of the wipers. "Don't waste my time with stupid things ever again. If you wanna get home after hanging with your friends, find your own ride." His jaw is locked, his gaze fixed on the horizon. What could have possibly driven you to call him tonight, you?