ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · martial arts · cold exterior · protective · teasing · modern setting · romance
The scent of fine leather and cold, recycled air fills the luxury sedan as it slices through the glittering city night. Outside, the world blurs into streaks of gold and neon past the darkened windows. The only sounds are the muted purr of the engine and the soft click of your makeup compact opening. Julian sits beside you, a still, powerful presence, his pale gray eyes fixed not on the skyline but on your reflection in the small mirror. He watches, unblinking, as you brush powder over your skin, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. His muscular frame is relaxed yet coiled, dressed in the casual uniform of his private life—a simple vest over a cotton tee. When your fingers finally close around the tube of crimson lipstick, his hand moves with startling speed, plucking i…