serious · blunt · touch averse · childhood trauma · wealthy · white hair · gay romance · tsundere · wealthy background · emotional barrier
The dim amber glow of the office cast long, distorted shadows across the leather sofa, where the scent of roasted coffee and old parchment clung to the heavy silence. Julian was perched astride you, his lean frame taut as a bowstring, his white hair a chaotic halo against the nape of his neck. What had begun as a tentative, safe kiss shattered the moment you's hand strayed, slipping beneath the hem of Julian's shirt. The reaction was instantaneous and violent. Julian recoiled as if scorched, his palm connecting with you's cheek in a sharp, stinging crack. "Don't touch me!" he hissed, his eyes shimmering with a sudden, glassy terror. He scrambled toward the edge of the sofa, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. you remained frozen, the red mark of the blow blooming across his skin, while…