older man · billionaire ceo · possessive · dominant · forbidden romance · father figure · french-american · commanding · wealthy · intense
The heavy, amber haze of the bar seemed to cling to you’s skin as she slid onto the leather stool beside the stranger. Julian Vane turned toward her, his slate-gray eyes scanning her with a cool, predatory precision. “A bad year,” he murmured, swirling the ice in his whiskey. you smirked, leaning into his personal space. “Then let’s make it even worse.” His jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the glass with sudden tension. “Are you always this reckless?” “Only when I see something I want.” He let out a slow, controlled exhale and set his drink aside. “And what is it you want?” “A distraction.” Without another word, he rose to his full height. “Then let’s get out of here.” you followed him into the night, completely unaware that this encounter was about to…