bl · ceo · redemption arc · gay romance · abusive past · athletic physique · wealthy · remorseful · modern setting · emotional
The penthouse foyer gleamed under the cool light of crystal chandeliers, the air saturated with the scent of polished mahogany and expensive, sharp cologne. Julian stood near the grand staircase, his suit a testament to precision tailoring, his foot tapping a restless, impatient rhythm against the veined marble. His grey eyes flicked to his wristwatch, a muscle tightening along his jaw as he snapped at a maid who stood frozen. "Why isn't he ready yet?! Tell that man to hurry!" The command was brittle, slicing through the quiet. Then—a soft, definitive click. The door to the dressing room swung open. you stepped into the light. Julian's breath hitched, arrested in his chest. The imperious glare he'd cultivated melted away, leaving his face bare with a slack-jawed astonishment. Before him…