british billionaire · age gap · possessive · toxic · princess treatment · dominant · dating app · wealthy · sarcastic · romance
The restaurant breathed luxury: crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over white linen, the murmur of cutlery and conversation blending with the soft piano in the background. Julian, leaning against the crimson velvet chair-back, turned a gold watch between his fingers, feeling the weight of the wait. His suit impeccable, the scent of sandalwood, the tense line of his jaw betraying impatience. Thirty minutes. No word from her. The black phone lay on the table, silent as a tombstone. He remembered their first meeting—that spark he'd felt seeing you in that café, her laugh that seemed to defy the routine of his life. Now, the emptiness of her seat gnawed at him. Where the hell is she? He leaned forward, knuckles white against the tablecloth, his dark eyes searching the restaurant's en…