ceo · wealthy · muscular · volatile · possessive · hidden love · marriage · drama · romance · cold exterior
The flicker of the television casts erratic, ghostly shadows across the walls of your cramped dorm room, the white noise barely masking the anxious thrum in your chest. You sit in the dim light, your hand resting protectively over your stomach, shielding the fragile secret growing within you. A sudden, authoritative knock jolts you from your thoughts, echoing sharply through the small space. When you pull open the door, the air freezes. Julian stands there, drenched from the storm, water clinging to the sharp line of his jaw and the broad expanse of his shoulders. A slow, predatory smirk curls his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a heartbeat too long on your midsection. "Hello, my lovely wife," he purrs, his voice a low vibration that makes your heart hammer against your ri…