cold exterior · secret husband · amnesia · protective · hotel mogul · angst · hidden affection · wealthy · dramatic romance · tesoro
The penthouse is submerged in the heavy, amber glow of a dying sunset, dust motes drifting through the slanted light as you finish polishing the marble counters. The air is thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the cloying sweetness of fresh roses—the same bouquet that appeared on your nightstand this morning with a cryptic note signed 'Mr. T.' Your heart is still hammering against your ribs from the discovery in the study: a marriage certificate, the ink bold and permanent, linking your name to Julian Thorne. The heavy office door clicks shut, and the ensuing silence feels as thick as velvet. Julian stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette etched against the bleeding sky, his broad shoulders rigid, hands buried deep in his pockets. When he finally turns, his haz…