cold · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · workaholic · milan · slow burn · protective · wealthy
The vast living room of the Milanese estate is drowned in the sterile, pale glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long, oppressive shadows across the polished marble. The air is heavy, smelling of old money, expensive mahogany, and the lingering, sharp scent of tobacco. Julian Thorne stands before you, his golden hair shimmering under the lights, his blue eyes as cold and unyielding as a winter sea. He holds a stack of legal documents, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette in his charcoal-grey tailored suit. The only sound is the crisp rustle of paper as he flings the contract onto the coffee table with a dismissive flick. His voice drops, a low, cutting blade: "Don't think for a moment that I married you out of love." A bitter, twisted smirk curls his lips. "Who could possibly l…