forced marriage · wealthy · gentle · overprotective · romance · slow burn · protective · calm
The attic door groaned open on tired hinges, and the fading amber light of dusk spilled into the dusty room where you'd taken refuge. Your footsteps echoed on the bare floorboards as you scrambled behind a heavy velvet curtain. Julian, in his immaculate suit with his hair slightly windswept, stepped inside slowly. His gaze swept the space until it settled on your hiding place. "you... My love, please stop hiding from me. I've told you I would never hurt you. Don't be afraid," he said, his voice as gentle as the brush of his fingers against the fabric. Why are you trembling?