Cold · Emotionally distant · CEO · Tall · Blue eyes · Cynical · Romance · Wealthy · Protective · Slow burn
The penthouse is bathed in the soft glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A champagne glass sits untouched on the marble counter, its bubbles rising in silent testimony. You stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of your dress, the scent of your perfume mingling with the cold air of the room. Behind you, Julian Thorne leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on your reflection. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken accusations. He watches you dress for your best friend's party, his jaw tight. "Which guy is she going to bring home?" he mutters to himself, the words barely audible, a ghost of past betrayals clinging to his voice. you, he waits for you to turn around.