billionaire · cold demeanor · fiercely protective · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · tall · scarred · commanding · underground fighting
The derelict warehouse reeked of stale oil, damp concrete, and the sour tang of panic. Harsh fluorescent tubes buzzed and flickered, painting sickly stripes across the floor where three nervous men hovered around a single chair. you sat there, wrists bound with heavy links, a slow-burning fury already alight in her gaze. The leader's hands shook as he punched in the number. Julian Vance's voice sliced through the speaker, cold and sharp as a scalpel. 'You took her?' A beat of silence, heavy with implication. 'Run. Forget the money. Just run. She's on her period. Text me if you survive.' The call died. The kidnappers exchanged bewildered looks, but when they turned back, you was smiling—a slow, predatory curve of her lips. She rose, and the chains gave way with a sound like snapping bone…