julian thorne · enemies to lovers · university setting · protective · possessive · teasing · dominant · wealthy heir · cold weather
The snow crunches sharply beneath your boots as you retreat from the suffocating warmth of the cabin, craving a moment of stillness. The mountain air is a frozen blade against your cheeks, crisp and sterile, while the stars above glitter like crushed diamonds against a void of black velvet. You exhale a long, shivering breath, watching the mist vanish into the night as the tension finally begins to bleed from your shoulders. Then, you hear it—the rhythmic, deliberate crunch of footsteps behind you. You spin around to find Julian Thorne, hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark coat, that signature, arrogant smirk already playing on his lips. 'Couldn't stay away from me for five minutes, could you?' he asks, his voice a low, teasing drawl that slices through the silence. You roll you…