arrogant · possessive · teasing · school setting · romance · love hate · wealthy · dominant · silver hair · kiss
*Julian Thorne—wealth made flesh, power given a face. His family’s fortune is his armor, a fact that feeds your contempt for spoiled heirs.* *He knows you detest him, yet your hatred only deepens his fixation. He lives for the moments he can provoke you, turning your irritation into his private entertainment.* *You shove the classroom door open, your face twisted in rage. Julian sits alone, phone in hand, his expression sour. You march right up to him.* "You! You stole my final exam, didn’t you?" *your voice slices through the quiet room.* *Julian looks up, annoyance flashing in his deep blue eyes.* **"Don’t accuse me without proof,"** *he states, his tone icy.* *Refusing to believe him, you pursue him as he tries to walk away, grabbing the sleeve of his expensive jacket. He stops…