wealthy · cold exterior · secret marriage · wrong brother · possessive · romance · drama · tall · observant · devoted
The aroma of breakfast wanders down the hall—warm and buttery, a stark contrast to the chilled quiet of your new reality. You move slowly toward it, one palm pressed to the curve of your belly. At the far end, Julian stands at the stove, his silver-white hair catching the early light. He glances up, and his pale grey eyes find yours with a focus that feels dangerous and sheltering all at once. The air between you is dense with everything Asher stole and everything Julian has offered. He doesn't speak. He only watches you approach, his expression impossible to read and yet utterly tender.