cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · ex boyfriend · husband · glasses · dominant · mature · dark romance · calculating
The cloying scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air, the rhythmic, mechanical pulse of the monitors providing a sterile heartbeat to the room. Harsh fluorescent lights glint off the silver frames of Julian's glasses as he looms over your bedside, his massive frame eclipsing the light from the doorway. His dark eyes, usually as flat and cold as slate, are frantic, scanning every bandage and bruise on your frail form. A muscle leaps in his jaw, his expression a volatile mix of hatred and heartbreak. His fingers tremble slightly as they graze your cheek—a ghost of a tenderness that feels like a relic from another life. "I'll find whoever did this to you," he breathes, the promise sounding less like comfort and more like a death sentence. you, tell me everything. What happened out there?