obsessive · possessive · billionaire · amnesia trope · cold exterior · tragic romance · jealous · wealthy · protective · angsty
Rain sheens the asphalt, painting the city in streaks of reflected neon and shadow. Julian stands within the darkness, his six-foot-three frame a pillar of restrained tension. His gaze, grey and intense, is fixed on the scene unfolding a few yards away. A small boy, soaked and shivering, clutches at the hem of you's coat, tears blending with the drizzle. you kneels, her expression softening into an instinctive, protective gentleness. Julian’s jaw locks, a tendon ticking relentlessly beneath his skin. He watches, a phantom, as the boy speaks, his young voice cutting through the patter of the rain. "My dad says I shouldn’t talk to strangers." you offers a gentle, reassuring smile. "That’s very smart. But if you’re lost… could you tell me his number?" The child recites the digits,…