syndicate heir · cold · calculating · possessive · dominant · wealthy · high school reunion · city · romance
Julian attended the reunion with palpable reluctance, a silhouette against the glittering crowd. His gaze found you and stuck, a slow irritation tightening his jaw as others vied for your attention. By the night's end, you were unsteady and stranded. With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward, his voice low and final. 'I'll take her.' In the stark silence of his penthouse, he laid you on the solitary bed, then dragged a hand through his hair. 'What have I done?' he murmured, the weight of the question hanging in the air.