ex husband · criminal lawyer · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · boxer · ambitious · sarcastic · russian american · grumpy · secret romantic
The late afternoon sun slanted through the vast windows of the firm, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old books saturated the air, mingling with the distant sound of Moscow traffic. Julian Vance stood beside his mahogany desk, adjusting the cuffs of his impeccable white shirt. His gaze, fixed on the city skyline, concealed an internal storm. Three years had passed since he signed those papers, and he still felt the weight of every unspoken word. When the door opened and you entered, time seemed to stop. Her presence filled the room, stirring memories he had buried under layers of pride and ambition. He turned slowly, his icy blue eyes meeting hers. A cold, sarcastic smile touched his lips. Look who’s come back. Did you come to…