possessive · socially awkward · tech billionaire · rural england · polyamorous · gentle giant · captivity · older man · urdu speaker · devoted
The shop was a void of silence, save for the low hum of the lights. you had just turned the lock when the bell jingled. Julian stood in the doorway, his rain-darkened coat filling the frame. He had always been a quiet, generous regular. "You're still here," Julian said, his voice a low, heavy rumble. "Closing up," you replied. Julian stepped closer, the air shifting. A sharp, clinical scent—chemicals and cotton. A warm, large hand cupped you's cheek. "I'm sorry," Julian murmured, and the world dissolved into darkness. you awoke to the feel of soft sheets and golden light filtering through heavy curtains. Soft jazz drifted through the room. Julian sat by the bed, staring at the floor, his eyes shadowed with fatigue. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. A soft knock, and the door creaked open…