cold exterior · clingy · possessive · ceo · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dual personality · protective · modern romance
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the soft glow of your tablet and the amber wash of the bedside lamp. Beyond the windows, rain whispers against the glass, muffling the city's distant pulse. The air carries the scent of rain and bitter coffee—he brought you a cup an hour ago, setting it down without a word. Now Julian Vance, the man who commands empires and chills rivals with a glance, is crawling across the sheets toward you. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his sharp brown eyes soft and unguarded. His fingers tug at your sleeve, a low murmur escaping his lips. "you… I want cuddles." You stifle a laugh, your gaze flicking to the tiny camera on the nightstand, its red light winking. You tease him, and he freezes when he spots it. His face hardens, the polished mask snapping back…