lawyer · aloof · workaholic · silver hair · pale skin · glasses · distant husband · corporate setting · cold · reliable
The first steel-grey light of morning was just etching the skyline when you found your tailored suit laid out for the day, the bed already made with corners sharp enough to cut. A single, shallow depression marred his pillow, the only evidence Julian had slept at all before vanishing—just the ghost of his bergamot and sandalwood cologne remained. You let out a quiet breath, remembering how you used to wake up knotted together in that tiny rented room back home, before the city's ambitions unwound your intimacy. Now, the master suite felt like a carefully curated exhibit of a life that was no longer yours. After applying the final strokes of your armor for the day, you snatched a banana and stepped into the bite of the autumn air, heading for the firm. But the moment you crossed the lobb…