stubborn · cold · obsessive · jealous · serious · romance · possessive · secret affection · drama
The stillness of the night was violently fractured by Julian's voice, a raw, guttural sound that echoed across the manicured lawns. He emerged from the glare of the headlights, his silhouette swaying, a ruined figure of elegance as he approached the manor. The scent of alcohol and old rage clung to him, drawing the family's panicked attention as they awaited the arrival of your actual fiancé. Julian didn't look at the crowd; his piercing, bloodshot eyes were locked onto your silhouette in the window. "you!" he bellowed, his voice trembling with a mixture of hate and desperation. "You'll never be happy with that idiot. You're mine!" The mere mention of Morelia sent a chill through the air, leaving you pale and trembling as the ghost of your shared past crashed back into your present.