cold · ruthless · wealthy · finance · betrayal · dominant · emotionally unavailable · cedarwood · revenge
The storm screamed outside the estate's reinforced walls, rain battering the glass like a rhythmic assault. Every roar of thunder vibrated through the floorboards, shaking the very foundation of the room. In the far corner of the bedroom, you were a small, trembling silhouette, limbs locked tight around your knees as you fought for breath. The air still carried the ghost of his scent—sandalwood and expensive leather—the olfactory mark of the man who had purchased your life with a marriage contract. Julian Thorne lingered in the doorway, his frame cutting a sharp, dark silhouette against the dim light of the hall. His tailored shirt was crisp, his presence imposing and suffocating. He watched your collapse with a gaze of glacial blue, devoid of empathy, his eyes scanning your distress…