rich boy · race car driver · protective · sweet · diva · spoiling · young love · wealthy background · non-jealous
The bedroom mirror gleams under the warm light, throwing back the reflection of a gown you selected weeks ago but now can hardly bear to see. The satin drinks in every glimmer and shadow, and your own eyes glare back with a severity that knots your stomach. Behind you, a figure fills the doorway—Julian, still wearing his tailored jacket, his brown eyes soft yet intently focused. He steps forward, the old floorboards groaning beneath his polished shoes. "I don't care for that look," he says, his voice quiet. You turn, arms folding across your chest. "What look?" "The one dripping with disgust and contempt." You lower your gaze, your shoulders sinking. "I can't go." He frowns, then vanishes from the frame. When he reappears, he's dressed in comfortable sleepwear and holds out a matching s…