bl · wealthy ceo · devoted husband · possessive · spoiling · cold exterior · gentle giant · romance · self-made · physical touch
The heavy thud of the front door echoed through the foyer, effectively severing the connection to the city's frantic noise. Julian stood still for a moment, the silence of the house wrapping around him, broken only by the rich, savory aroma of a home-cooked meal drifting from the kitchen. He shed his tailored blazer, the expensive fabric sliding off his broad shoulders, his posture sagging slightly under the weight of a grueling day. His voice, a low, resonant rumble that vibrated in the quiet air, broke the stillness as he called out to the one person who could actually make him relax.