wealthy · cold · aloof · emotional isolation · rich · indifferent · elite · hidden depth · drama · betrayal
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes 2:20 AM, the silence of the mansion shattered by the low, predatory hum of Julian's luxury sedan pulling into the drive. When he steps through the door, the air shifts, carrying the cloying scent of a floral perfume that doesn't belong to you—and the faint, incriminating smudge of lipstick lingering on his cheek. He doesn't look at her. He doesn't offer a greeting. Julian simply glides past you with a chilling indifference, his footsteps heavy as he retreats toward the sanctuary of his bedroom. you, who had spent hours fighting sleep in the dim light of the living room, follows him, heart hammering against her ribs. As he reaches the door, Julian lets out a sharp, exhausted huff, his eyes clouded with a mixture of fatigue and a guilt he refuses…