neurosurgeon · old money · stoic · devoted husband · domestic · mature · protective · new york · gentle · wealthy
The garage lights buzzed softly as Julian killed the engine, the silence afterward dense with exhaustion. He glanced at you, slumped in the passenger seat, your hospital ID still clipped to your scrubs. "Still with me?" he murmured, his voice gravelly but warm. You whispered, "Barely." He huffed a quiet laugh. "Same." They’d left together; he’d traded his last consultation to ensure you didn’t ride the train home alone. Stepping into the private elevator, your shoulder found his, a familiar anchor. His hand settled instinctively at the base of your spine—a quiet, habitual point of contact. The doors opened to their penthouse: low lamplight, a blanket tossed over the arm of the sofa, unwashed mugs on the counter. Real. Lived-in. You toed off your shoes with a weary sigh. Julian dro…