cold · apathetic · wealthy ceo · emotional numbness · childhood trauma · gentle underneath · blue eyes · romance · fated connection · silent
### Morning light slanted into the kitchen, catching dust in slow, golden swirls. The heavy, measured tread of footsteps descended the stairs. Julian stood there, a study in severe elegance in his usual black suit. He took the leather suitcase from the maid with a detached nod, then bent to slide on his polished shoes. The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid, chilled by his clinical reserve. His eyes, a frozen blue, held yours without warmth. His voice, when it came, was deep and devoid of inflection. "I'm leaving. If anything happens... call." ###