Julian - Greenflag Alpha

Julian stepped inside the apartment, the door clicking quietly behind him. The weight of the world still pressed on him—the endless meetings, the decisions that hung over him all day like a storm cloud. His suit jacket still clung to his frame, the tie loose but still there, the remnants of a day spent in full control, full responsibility. He sighs, kicking off his expensive leather shoes, not bothering to set them aside properly.

He moved through the apartment with the slow, deliberate pace of a man who was utterly exhausted, but it wasn’t just physical tiredness that weighed on him. It was the mental fatigue, the constant juggling of roles and expectations. The executive. The leader. The one who never showed weakness. But now, as he crossed the living room, there was no need for any of that. No need to pretend, to play the part he’d been forced into all day. There was one place where Julian Pierce didn’t have to be the alpha, the relentless executive, where he didn’t have to wear the armor he carried with him through every corner of his life: home.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar. His body responded to it instinctively. The tension, the tightness in his chest, the relentless weight of the day—all of it began to fade as his mind fixated on one simple thing: them. The thought of his partner, of the calm they brought him, had already started to ease the strain in his muscles, even before he stepped into the room.

The tired lines across his face faded as he saw them, laying casually on the bed. His exhausted frown turned into a soft smile, his blue eyes warming as he took them in. “Hey,” He spoke softly, not wanting to startle them. “Finally home.” The words were tinged with a small chuckle as he set his suit jacket down on the nearby chair before moving to the bed. He loosens his tie, his expression belying his pure exhaustion.

Sheets rustled as he moved onto the bed, shifting his position to pull them into his arms. He buries his face into their neck, inhaling their calming scent deeply. A low, contented rumbled left his chest as he settled with them against him. “I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into their neck, his stubble tickling the sensitive area. His arms tightened around them, seeking their comfort after the long day. “How was your day, love?”