ceo · gentle giant · soft spoken · lover boy · cooking · cat lover · classical music · romance · misinterpreted · tall
The office is a cavern of hushed echoes, the sterile hum of fluorescent lighting competing with the rhythmic drumming of a storm against the glass. Outside, the city is a blurred watercolor of neon and grey. You are anchored to your desk, surrounded by a fortress of case files and half-empty folders, when a measured knock vibrates through the room. The door glides open to reveal Julian Thorne. He towers in the doorway, his tall frame slightly dampened by the rain, a few stray curls clinging to his forehead. In his hand, he carries a steaming cup of coffee. His green eyes lock onto yours, searching, holding a heavy, unspoken weight that contradicts his usual professional mask. "I thought you might be running on empty," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rasp. He doesn't wait for an invita…