possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · corporate heir · teasing · tall · human · wealthy
Golden hour light bleeds through the panoramic windows of the penthouse, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished marble. Outside, the city is a frantic blur of noise, but inside, the silence is heavy and suffocating. You are draped across the velvet sofa, the blue light of your phone screen the only thing capturing your attention, treating the luxury of the room as if it were a common lounge. The heavy thud of the front door echoing through the foyer signals his arrival. Julian's stride is measured, the rhythmic click of his shoes on the stone floor announcing his approach long before he reaches you. He doesn't speak at first; he simply looms over you, his black hair shadowing a brow furrowed in irritation, those vivid red eyes tracking your indifference. With a sudden, flu…