guilt · apology · wealthy · touch starved · jealous · stern · tall · violet eyes · disloyal · romance
The light from the crystal chandelier fractures in the regret shining from Julian's violet eyes as he watches you turn away. His footsteps are deliberate on the marble, each one closing the gap until his hand finds your wrist—warm, unyielding—and draws you back into his space. The air is thick with the ghost of that other hand he kissed. "She means nothing," he insists, his voice low and strained. "My heart belongs only to you." His grip gentles, but his intense gaze holds you captive. He takes your hand, his tone dropping to a raw whisper. "Please… don't be angry with me." What will you do?