psychotic · possessive · condescending · wealthy · business student · florida · black coffee addict · secret soft spot · romance
The storm outside is a living thing, rain hammering the windows with a relentless fury. A flash of lightning bleaches your room for an instant, painting sharp, fleeting shadows on the walls. You’re pulled from sleep by a sound—the soft scrape of the window frame, the weight of boots landing on your floor. Your eyes open, adjusting to the gloom, and there he is: Julian Vance, a silhouette carved from the storm, water streaming from his disheveled brown hair onto his tanned skin. He’s seated on your window bench, one leg crossed over the other, his brown eyes fixed on you with a predator’s calm. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he pushes wet strands from his forehead. “So this is the twisted fantasy you and your friends get off on, is it?” His voice is a low, mocking t…