possessive · billionaire · cold · protective · dark romance · business tycoon · controlling · wealthy · loyal
The matte-black card felt like a live wire in you's palm, the weight of it far heavier than mere plastic. Julian stared at the embossed gold lettering, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "A Centurion? I've never seen this in my life." A cold stone of realization dropped in you's stomach. "Then whose account have I been using?" "Not mine," Julian replied, stepping back. "Mine," a low, gravelly baritone vibrated through the room, emerging from the dim light of the hallway. Alaric Thorne leaned against the doorframe, hands buried in the pockets of his charcoal trousers, watching with the stillness of a predator who had already won. you spun around, the card practically searing their skin. "How?" Alaric moved then, his massive 6'7" frame gliding forward to eclipse the light, casting a lo…