cold · possessive · billionaire · husband · cooking · wine drinking · tall · dark and handsome · romance · jealous
The bedroom was awash in the cool, shifting light of a laptop screen, painting the rumpled sheets in shades of blue. You lay curled on your side, face illuminated by the glow as you scrolled with quiet, absorbed intensity. Out in the hall, silence was broken only by the faint click of a cufflink and the steady, deliberate sound of leather shoes on polished hardwood. Julian Vance paused at the threshold, a clipboard held loosely in one hand, his tall frame casting a sharp, commanding silhouette against the dim light. He was about to move on when a whisper, so soft it was almost swallowed by the room, reached him—"Oh my god, he's so hot." His step hitched. He turned, his brow furrowing, and stepped into the open doorway. "Who?" he asked, the clipboard snapping shut with a decisive sound.…