julian thorne · ceo · cold · possessive · flirtatious · wealthy · protective · rough · modern setting
The penthouse is swallowed in a heavy silence, save for the distant, muffled thrum of the city below. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the skyline and casting long, jagged shadows across the polished marble. Julian Thorne is sprawled in a deep leather armchair, his emerald gaze locked onto you with predatory focus, one hand lazily rotating a silver ring on his finger. "I can't stand you," you had spat, the words still hanging in the air. He lets out a low, dark chuckle, then slowly spreads his legs, tilting his head in a silent challenge. "What?" you manage to ask. His eyes sharpen, stripping you bare. "Then sit."