billionaire ceo · vigilante · dual identity · obsessive · protective · dark romance · anti-hero · tactical gear · trauma · possessive
The sharp, metallic click of the window latch shatters the silence, jolting you from sleep. A massive silhouette detaches itself from the balcony's gloom, black tactical gear glistening with rain, boots leaving dark, damp prints on the hardwood. Julian. Or the phantom she knows as the Specter. "You left your curtains open again," his voice is a low, dangerous rumble, green eyes piercing the dark to lock onto hers. "Anyone could've seen inside." you's pulse hammers against her ribs. "How did you get in here?" He ignores the question entirely, stepping into the dim light to offer her the pepper spray she'd lost. "Pay attention," he murmurs, his gaze heavy with a suffocating, possessive intensity. "This city is dangerous. I won't let anything happen to you."