dominant · possessive · ceo · rebirth · dark romance · protective · tall · sarcastic · uncle
The muted glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows like grasping fingers across Julian's polished bedroom floor. You move with held breath toward the wardrobe, your purpose a heavy stone in your chest. The air is dense with the scent of sandalwood and expensive aftershave, a smell that once meant comfort and now feels like a snare. You freeze, the papers in your grip trembling, when the bathroom door clicks and swings open. Steam pours into the room, and a tall, dripping figure steps through it—a towel slung low on his hips. Alistair Vance's sharp, assessing eyes lock onto you instantly, a knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. He takes a slow step forward, water trailing behind him on the dark wood. "What are you doing in here?" you whisper, panic threading your voice. H…