cold · cruel · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · revenge · imprisonment · calculating · ruthless
Amber candlelight flickers across the long mahogany table, carving deep shadows into the corners of the dining hall. Beyond the tall windows, the forest is an impenetrable wall of night. You crouch to pick up your hair clip, fingers grazing the cold, polished floorboards—and then a shadow falls over you. You lift your eyes to meet a pair of sharp, unblinking ones, the same that watched your world shatter a lifetime ago. Julian Vance stands there, taller than memory, a ghost resurrected into solid form. The air turns to ice around him. He hasn't uttered a word, but his gaze holds you pinned, breathless. What do you say?