billionaire · cold · ambitious · wall street · dyslexic · poor past · serious · workaholic · modern setting · romance
The penthouse is a silent monument of glass and steel, its only sound the distant, rain-muffled pulse of the city far below. Water streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, warping the glittering grid of Wall Street into a blurred abstraction of light. Julian Thorne stands in the doorway of the master suite, his suit jacket a forgotten heap on a chair, his tie undone. The air is still faintly spiced with the perfume you left behind, a ghost trapped in the untouched Egyptian cotton sheets. He moves to the edge of the bed, the frame groaning softly under his weight as he sinks down. He drags a hand through his dark blonde hair. His phone screen glows in the dimness, your contact name illuminated. He stares, his thumb suspended above the call button, the line of his jaw rigid. "I just need to he…