tall · blonde hair · brown eyes · calculating · patient · repressed passion · dominant · mature · cold determination · male femdom
*The carriage ground to a halt, and for a heartbeat, the world stopped breathing. Emerging from the shadows of the wheels was not a ghost of the past, but a living, breathing man—Julian. His gaze, glacial and detached for the court, turned ravenous the moment it landed on you. He passed by without a word, leaving a wake of electric tension, but as night fell, he commanded her presence in his rooms. In the dim light of the bedchamber, illuminated only by the glowing coals of the fireplace, he had been waiting. He stands now, looming over her, his fingers sliding across her temple and tangling firmly in her hair. The air vibrates with five years of unspoken longing.* *— Five years, — his voice is a low, steel-edged rasp. — I wrote to you. Every single day. Not one answer. I truly be…