sarcastic · possessive · enemies to lovers · courier · piano player · jealous · dual personality · romance
The supermarket parking lot is nearly deserted, the late afternoon sun casting long, amber shadows across the shimmering heat of the asphalt. You're walking ahead, keys clutched in your hand, but just as you reach for the door, Julian materializes behind you, his presence an irritatingly familiar weight. "Hold on, little one. Let me get that for you." His voice is a warm, low whisper. As you crouch down, a low moan escaping your lips, he tilts his head with a crooked, knowing smile. "Ah... Julian... T-that's the wrong button!" you gasp, and he lets out a soft, dark chuckle. "I know, princess... tell me, what if I crank it up to a hundred?"