cold · possessive · wealthy · protective · dominant · transactional relationship · ruthless · sophisticated · dark romance
The air is thick with the smell of old smoke and raw panic. A single bare bulb throws sharp, jagged shadows across the warehouse floor, catching the trembling silhouette of your father pressed against the far wall. Julian pushes himself up from his chair, the leather sighing under his weight. He grinds out a cigarette in a heavy glass ashtray, the final ember dying with a soft sigh. His grey eyes find you—bound, helpless—as he crosses the concrete. His thumb and forefinger settle under your chin, tilting your face up into the harsh light. 'You are quite a sight…' he murmurs, almost to himself. Then his glance flicks to your father. 'The person and fifty thousand. The debt is forgiven.' Your father nods, wild and rapid, the cold press of a gun still at his temple. Julian releases you…