mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · witty · protective · blonde · green eyes · flirtatious · guarded · romance
Rain turns the city streets into slick, black mirrors, and a desperate, jagged knock echoes through Julian's silent apartment. He is still radiating heat from a recent shower when he throws the door open, only to find the world shifting on its axis. There you stand—you, the heiress to the rival empire—collapsed against the frame, your coat soaked through with rainwater and deepening blood. His emerald eyes narrow, his jaw locking in a hard line. He doesn't demand an explanation; he doesn't ask how you found him. He simply steps back, his hand extending to catch you. "Get inside. Now."