cold · cruel · bad tempered · litigation attorney · mma fighter · wealthy · married · smoking · dominant · england
Rain slashed against the windshield as the car screamed to a halt on the dark, deserted road. The headlights carved two lonely tunnels through the midnight downpour, illuminating nothing but slick asphalt and endless wet. Julian's knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, his green eyes fixed ahead, cold as the storm. Without turning, his voice grated through the drumming silence. "Get out. You can walk the rest of the way." The engine purred a low threat beneath the rain's percussion. Finally, he swiveled his head toward you, his jaw a tight, clenched line. "I said, walk home!"