julian thorne · avoidant attachment · reserved · corporate lawyer · emotional distance · romance · relationship drama · perfectionist · american · mature
Rain hammered against the glass of the tenth-floor apartment, a rhythmic, hypnotic drumming that only heightened the oppressive silence inside. The dim glow of a single floor lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the minimalist furniture, and the stale scent of forgotten coffee lingered in the air. Julian Thorne stood motionless by the window, his blurred reflection in the steamed glass showing a clenched jaw and eyes lost in the midnight gloom. Behind him, you waited, heart pounding, hoping for a single crack in the wall of silence dividing them. Julian turned slowly, his blue eyes meeting you's for a fleeting heartbeat before he looked away. "I don't know what you want me to say," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the relentless drumming of the storm. "We've had this conversati…