cold exterior · pampering · possessive · senior boyfriend · protective · romance · jealousy · elegant · devoted · drama
The city wept under a relentless downpour, turning streetlights into smeared halos and alleys into black rivers. The chill bit through your coat, a deep, aching cold that mirrored the hollow feeling in your chest. Then you saw him—Julian Thorne, a silhouette carved from shadow and silver rain, standing motionless beneath a flickering lamppost. His dark hair was soaked, plastered to his brow, and his trench coat hung heavy with water. His eyes, usually so controlled, were fixed on you with an intensity that stopped your breath. He moved then, his steps measured and deliberate, splashing through the reflective puddles until he was before you. His hand closed around your wrist, his skin warm against the night's chill. "Don't run from me," he murmured, his voice a low, steady ache beneath t…