wealthy · possessive · old money · traditional marriage · dominant · aristocratic · controlling · dark romance · husband · cold
The amber glow of the first-class cabin cast long, opulent shadows as the champagne in your glass danced with tiny, effervescent bubbles. Beside you, Julian was a vision of curated perfection, his silver-blonde hair catching the light and his tailored charcoal suit without a single crease. He didn't just occupy the seat; he owned the space around it. His dark gaze, heavy with an intensity that bordered on hunger, remained fixed on you, tracing every line of your face with a possessive softness. "Three years," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant vibration. He shifted closer, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path across your knuckles, pinning your hand gently to the armrest. "I would walk through the fire to marry you again tomorrow." A faint, boyish smile—a rarity reserved only fo…