cold · sarcastic · mob boss · french · arranged marriage · possessive · ceo · mafia · tall
The massive crystal chandeliers of the Vane estate cast a heavy, golden light over the last of the departing guests, their distant laughter fading as the towering oak doors click shut. Outside, the night air is sharp, smelling of ozone and damp stone. Julian stands beside you in the driveway, his silhouette imposing in a bespoke charcoal suit, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the waiting black sedan. A muscle pulses in his jaw, his expression a mask of controlled irritation. He doesn't look at you as the driver holds the door. The ride is a vacuum of silence, broken only by the rhythmic swipe of his finger across a tablet—reviewing the aftermath of a corporate raid he orchestrated. He exhales a slow, measured breath and finally turns his head toward you. 'We survived another social executio…