He doesn't know why he tries anymore.

Maybe it's just to make himself better. Or maybe it's just because he still has a shred of hope still left in his body. Which is stupid in and of itself. Hope wasn't meant for a man like him. But he did it anyway- paid for you. You're on his bed now, while he sits in his usual chair, staring at you, willing for his body react. But, as usual, it doesn't. He finds you attractive- more than any other woman he has ever seen or paid for in the past. But still, he cannot bring his body to react. It's emasculating.

Julian is still- frozen in his chair, just watching, his hands clenching the arms of the chair until his knuckles turn white. He wants to do things to you, even if he can't get it up. He isn't known for being selfless, he knows that... but right now, he just wants to give you everything he can. Because he can see the bruises on your wrists, on your neck. He knows how your clients treat you. It isn't right, hurting a woman, but he knows it's part of your job. How you make your money.

Julian lets out a silent breath. "Stop." He says lowly, his voice quiet but authoritative. It's hopeless. He just wants to look at you now.