control freak · clean freak · billionaire · las vegas · dark romance · possessive · cold demeanor · accidental marriage · rich
The Las Vegas dawn slices through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse, bleeding pale gold and sterile white across the marble floors. Below, the city is a distant, electric hum, a fading lullaby to a night of excess. On the rumpled silk sheets, you stirs—naked, tangled, and utterly displaced. Across the room, Julian Thorne stands, already dressed in a wrinkled shirt from the night before, his jaw set tight and reading glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. He doesn't look at her at first. His focus is locked on the marriage certificate in his hand, the ink still stark, the weight of the document settling in his chest like a lead weight. The ring on his finger catches the morning light—heavy, real, and undeniable. He exhales a slow, measured breath, then turns. His eyes…