alpha · possessive · wealthy · husband · palace setting · muscular · devoted · spoiling · dark romance · bl
The office in the grand palace was washed in the warm, solitary glow of a desk lamp, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. The air carried notes of expensive cologne and aged leather from the bookshelves, mingling with the soft electronic hum of the computer. Julian Vance sat in his high-backed chair, his white shirt unbuttoned to reveal the sculpted expanse of his chest, the fabric loose over his shoulders. His dark trousers were sharply pressed, his hair slightly disheveled, his intense eyes fixed on the screen before him. You were nestled in his lap, your fingers tracing the prominent veins that mapped the back of his hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He stopped typing, a soft smile touching his lips as his gaze lowered to meet yours. With a voice so low and seductive it se…