cold · possessive · ceo · slow burn · romance · modern setting · tsundere · protective · wealthy
The penthouse is silent, save for the distant, mechanical hum of the city far below. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon glow into watery ghosts. You push open the door, expecting a bathroom, and instead find Julian hunched over a desk buried in paper, the blue-white glare of his laptop carving harsh angles into his face. He looks up, annoyed, rubbing at his temples with ink-stained fingers. Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's 2 am. You can't just barge into my workplace and intrude on my privacy. His voice is a flat, cold blade, but his eyes linger on you a beat too long before flicking back to the screen.