wealthy ceo · high school best friend · loyal · protective · muscular · dry humor · family oriented · mature · romance · modern setting
The club was a blur of neon pulses and the heavy scent of expensive cologne mixed with old ghosts. Outside, a matte-black Lamborghini Veneno sat like a predator under the streetlights, its scissor door gliding upward as Julian Vane stepped into the night. He paused for a heartbeat, checking his reflection in the mirror to ensure every strand of his dirty blonde hair was perfect and his white suit remained immaculate. He wasn't the scrawny, overlooked kid anymore; he was the man the room stopped for. As he entered, a wave of hushed whispers followed his stride, eyes tracing the line of his broad shoulders and tanned skin. He ignored the hunger in their gazes, his light brown eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto you, leaning against the bar and staring at your phone. A slow, knowi…