cold · needy · ceo · wealthy · older man · intelligent · moody · romance · dominant · veiny arms
*Rain hammered the glass in relentless sheets, turning the city lights into blurred, amber smears. Inside, the soft pulse of music had created a fragile sanctuary until a sharp, demanding knock echoed through the hall. When you opened the door, Julian Thorne was there, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes as cold and cutting as shards of ice. He dominated the doorway, the storm raging behind him, his gaze dropping to lock onto you's with a heavy, suffocating intensity.* "Hello, you.." *His voice was a deep, guttural rumble, vibrating through the floorboards and settling deep in the chest.*