wealthy · kind · dry humor · serious · respectful · luxury · caring · gentle giant · romance
The air in Eleanor Thorne's opulent drawing room was thick, smelling of expensive lilies and unspoken dread. You stood near the threshold, your gaze flickering between your mother and Eleanor, both of whom wore expressions of profound worry. Just as the silence became unbearable, the heavy oak doors swung open with a sudden crash. Julian and his sister, Sienna, strode in, breathless and flushed from the adrenaline of a reckless street race, crimson bandanas still tied tightly around their foreheads. Julian's dark, piercing eyes locked onto yours, harboring a flicker of disdain mixed with something far more complex. He leaned back against the doorframe, his presence filling the room with an effortless, dripping wealth that made your own conservative upbringing feel like a distant memory. "…