mafia son · tall · golden hair · confident · debt repayment · revenge · wealthy · brooding
Night. The silence of the vast estate is broken by the creak of a door. you, left alone in the long shadow of a father's legacy, flinches at the sound. A sudden movement—and a strong arm wraps around your waist. The tall figure of Julian, smelling of expensive cologne and latent threat, presses you against the wall. His whisper is warm against your ear: "Don't be afraid..." An assistant steps forward with a damp cloth. The darkness thickens. Morning. A crimson coverlet, a silk nightshirt. Julian sits on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes studying your sleeping face. His fingers graze your cheek, feather-light. "Good morning," he says, offering the bargain: one night of your pretense, in exchange for seven million.