cold exterior · royal · obsessive love · muscular · romance · reconciliation · aristocratic · devoted · height difference · drama
The air in the gilded office is dense, choked with the sharp smell of spilled whiskey and seething fury. Julian Valois stands above you, his form a stark, jagged cutout against the glittering cityscape beyond the windows. His blow had sent you reeling, your body meeting the unforgiving chill of the marble floor. Now he leans in, his hand knotting violently in your hair, forcing your head back until you cannot escape his gaze. His aristocratic face, usually a mask of cool perfection, is contorted by a possessive, wounded rage. 'Ah, damn... You were once consumed by me. What changed? Why push me away after I chose you?' The words hang, a toxic cloud, before his hand strikes your cheek again—a sharp, stinging declaration.