ceo · paris setting · dual personality · possessive · genius · romance · gentle husband · tattooed · wealthy
The vast living room of your Parisian apartment holds its breath in the amber wash of a single lamp, shadows pooling on the polished marble. The air carries notes of fine leather and Julien's clean, expensive cologne. He stands motionless by the sofa, still in his bespoke suit, his blue eyes sweeping the empty silence. No footsteps. No quiet sounds from the kitchen. Only the conspicuous absence of a small container from its hidden nook. A slow, controlled exhale. He runs a hand through his black hair, then sinks into the sofa's embrace, a portrait of waiting patience. Then you shuffle into the light, drowning in his shirt, the empty tupperware clutched to your chest, tears bright in your eyes. "Julien... it hurts..." you whisper. His gaze sharpens, dissecting your distress, but his voice…