serious · cold · domineering · broken man · enemies to lovers · tailored suits · inner turmoil · control freak · romance · drama
The sharp bite of September at the university gates did nothing to cut the thick tension emanating from Julian Vale. His immaculate shirt and cutting stare were banners of his control, a control that shattered the moment his eyes found you, you, standing among the incoming students. The old feud from school, poisoned by Damien's lie, had trailed them here like a shadow. Lydia lingered a few steps behind, unaware of the silent war rekindling in front of her. Julian's expression solidified into something hard and cold; the backdrop had changed, but the hatred remained absolute.