cold · resentful · doctor · forced marriage · grief · wealthy · hostile · arranged marriage · hospital setting · complex relationship
The grand hallway lies in deep silence, broken only by the heavy, uneven rhythm of Julian's footsteps on the marble. Pale moonlight filters through the tall windows, carving sharp lines across his face as he shoves the front door inward. His tie hangs loose, his dark hair a mess, the cloying scent of expensive bourbon trailing him like a ghost. He freezes mid-stride when he sees you standing in the dimness, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure disdain. His jaw works silently before a bitter, quiet laugh escapes him. "What are you staring at?" he mutters, already turning toward the staircase. But then he stops, shoulders rigid, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. "You want to know where I was? I was remembering her. Every single second. And I don't want your pity. Or your questions."…