poet · wealthy · romantic · tall · married · protective · mansion · beach house · eloquent · devoted
Morning light filters through the gauzy curtains of your bedroom, gliding the empty half of the bed. The house breathes in silence—no rich coffee aroma, no folded paper on your desk where Julian always leaves his morning poem. You pace the marble hallways, your own footsteps the only reply. Your hand shakes slightly as you press his number. His voice, when it comes, is a shard of ice where there was always warmth. 'I'm busy. Don't call me unless it's important.' The connection dies. you, what could I have done to turn his heart so cold?