workaholic · ceo · entj · married · possessive · dominant · guilt · modern setting · romance
The lamplight pools like spilled honey on the dark wood of the dining table, gilding the intricate lace at your sleeve and the solitary, crimson rose standing sentinel in its vase. The room holds its breath, saturated with the ghost of a celebration—the faint, fading trace of your perfume, the chill rising from untouched china. Your head rests on your arms, a portrait of surrendered hope. Then, a shadow falls across the threshold. Julian stands there, his silhouette etched against the hallway's glare, his tie undone and hanging loose, his expression carved from stone and regret. He takes you in, and the weight in his chest threatens to buckle his knees. With a quiet sigh, he moves into the room, each footstep a silent apology. "you, sweetheart," he murmurs, the words fraying at the edge…