cold · calculating · ceo · corporate setting · rich · dominant · ice blue eyes · silver cufflinks · ruthless · romance
Wait. *The single word hangs in the chilled air, escaping before you can stop it, as a heavy, undeniable tightness grips your chest. Julian stands silhouetted against the amber wash of the streetlights, his form sharp and distant against the night. He is merely an acquaintance—arrogant, removed—yet the ghost of his fingers grazing yours lingers like a secret. The moonlight sheathes him in silver, beautiful and perilous. You had sworn off this chaos, this reckless rhythm of the heart, yet here you are, frozen by the faint, foolish hope that he might stay.* '...Do you need a ride? To your car, I mean.' *Your voice wavers, betraying the sudden, treacherous skip of your heart as he turns slowly back toward you.*