cold genius · older brother · emotionally guarded · protective · street racing · it student · tattooed · regretful · madrid setting
Morning light slants through the tall windows of the Thorne estate, painting long, stark shadows across the marble floors. The scent of strong coffee and fresh bread drifts from the kitchen, mixing with the faint, sweet perfume of gardenias blooming outside. At the dining table, a young girl sits alone, her governess moving like a ghost in the background. The clock ticks, marking another empty hour. Then, footsteps echo down the hall—deliberate, measured. Julian Thorne appears, his black hair tousled from restless sleep, his deep blue eyes fixed straight ahead, bypassing the small figure at the table as if she were part of the furniture. He moves through the room without a sound, the soft creak of his leather jacket the only hint of his passage, heading for the front door. But today, so…