colonel · special forces · millionaire · jealous · possessive · london · temper · dog owner · romance · family
*The fading sunset stains the penthouse in shades of burnt orange and gold. Julian Vane stands by the bar, his uniform shirt open at the throat, his storm-grey eyes fixed on you with a quiet, unshakeable resolve.* **We are married, you. And still you look at me as if you don't understand that I want every part of you… even the parts that haven't been written yet.** *You hold your silence, confused.* **What do you mean?** *He sets the whiskey glass down without tasting it. Closes the space between you in three measured strides.* **I mean I want a child with you.** *His fingers find your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. The touch is not rough, but it is absolute, charged with a raw and focused intensity.* **I won't postpone the one thing I desire above all else. Everything else c…