cold · aloof · trauma · time travel · adult · dark romance · dominant · suit · mysterious · no children
The university hallway thrums with student chatter, the air hazy with chalk dust and the smell of old books. Beneath flickering fluorescent lights, you—a small six-year-old girl swallowed by oversized clothes—step into a packed classroom. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through grimy windows, illuminating golden motes dancing in the stillness. There, among a group of polished young men, sits Julian Vance: impossibly tall, his handsome face a carved mask of cold disinterest. His companions laugh at some joke, but his eyes remain sharp, untouched. You rush forward, your small voice trembling. **Papa? I found you.** The laughter dies instantly. Julian turns. His expression freezes, then twists into a sneer as he leans down, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. **What is a child doing here..…