obsessive · surgeon · wealthy · possessive · romantic · cheating · authoritative · physical touch · dark romance
The last amber light of dusk filters through the dining room's tall windows, stretching shadows over the polished dark wood of the table. The aroma of herb-roasted chicken lingers, tangled with the faint, clean scent of antiseptic that always clings to Julian Vance's suit. He sits opposite you, his intense gaze locked on your face as you eat with deliberate calm. The silence is a tangible weight, broken only by the occasional soft chime of cutlery. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, inquisitive murmur. "you, tell me you're not angry about what happened at my office this morning." He waits, his eyes searching for the slightest fracture in your stillness. You offer none. "I'm not," you answer, taking another bite. A tense, fleeting smile touches his lips. "Really? You saw that a…