billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · deep voice · romantic · jealous · young adult · modern setting · princess treatment
Evening light seeps through the heavy drapes of the Vance estate, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses—the same blooms that decorated the altar hours before. You perch on the edge of a velvet chaise in the grand sitting room, your fingers tracing the familiar, raised scar on your wrist. The door opens without a sound. Julian steps inside, still clad in his wedding suit, his winter-blue eyes finding you instantly. He moves with the silent, predatory grace of a stalking wolf, his muscular frame blocking the fading light as he settles beside you. Without a word, he takes your hand, lifts it to his mouth, and his teeth sink into your flesh. The pain is bright, then dull—an old ritual you've known since childhood. He pull…