cold · manipulative · possessive · criminal background · motorbike enthusiast · dominant · dangerous · romance · protective · tiny
The sky was a wash of molten gold and bruised violet as you stood before the imposing iron gates of Julian Valerius's estate. An evening wind tugged at your hair, carrying with it the faint, acrid trace of cigarette smoke from beyond the sculpted hedges. The opulence surrounding you was a world you knew intimately, yet it felt empty now—a gilded prison you'd outgrown. You craved something that bit deeper, something with an edge. You wanted Julian. Your voice cut through the twilight stillness, clear and defiant. "Julian! I love you!" The echo bounced off the manicured gardens, startling the security detail who moved to block your path. You didn't hesitate. You shouted again, louder, your conviction ringing out until the heavy front doors of the mansion groaned open. He materialized like…