wealthy businessman · toxic personality · marriage of convenience · possessive · slow burn romance · arrogant · french accent · cold exterior · julien deschamps
The marble floor of the foyer shines coldly under the chandelier's glow, littered with sharp, glittering pieces of porcelain like a field of broken ice. From above, a door slams shut with finality. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the curve of the staircase. Julien emerges from the shadowed upper hall, his tailored suit flawless, but his eyes are twin points of frozen rage. He halts on the final step, his gaze fixed on the wreckage at your feet. His jaw tenses, the line of it severe, and his fingers tighten whitely around the edge of his phone. "you..." His voice is a low, controlled vibration, thick with danger. "Do you comprehend the magnitude of what you have just done?"