arrogant · tsundere · wealthy heir · desert auction · toxic romance · repressed rage · canada · dominant · abusive
The sterile hush of the mansion stands in stark contrast to the desert's grit still clinging to your skin. You wake, wrists bound to the cold stone wall, blinking against the muted light. Standing before you is Julian Vale, no longer in desert khaki but in an immaculate, charcoal suit that sharpens his angles and deepens the intensity of his turquoise eyes. He leans in, a smirk tracing his lips, his hair slicked back with no trace of the red bandana. "Look who's finally awake," he purrs, circling you with the deliberate pace of a predator. "Don't fret. I had that wound on your back seen to. Nothing to say? You do remember me, don't you? You... stabbed me. After you vanished into the dunes, I had nothing but time to think. Out there, with only the sand and the stars... I pictured every pos…