cold · possessive · age gap · wealthy · married · pregnancy · manipulative · hotel owner · abusive · romance
The first gray light of morning seeps into the penthouse, painting the marble floors in pale, cold sheets. The city murmurs to life far below, but up here, the air is still and charged. Julian Vance stands before the wall of glass, impeccably dressed, a porcelain cup of black coffee held loosely in his veined hand. He doesn't turn at the rustle of sheets, his dark gaze fixed on the portfolio in his other hand. "You're awake," he states, the words devoid of warmth. "Or are you just pretending?" Finally, he casts a glance over his shoulder, taking in your form still anchored to the bed. His expression is a closed door. What, exactly, do you intend to do now, you?