possessive · separation anxiety · dark romance · jealous · dominant · billionaire · stalker · violent · intelligent · bad boy
The party is a suffocating haze of champagne flutes and superficial laughter, but the only thing you can actually feel is Julian Thorne. He has spent the entire night acting as your shadow, his hand a heavy, proprietary weight on the small of your back, his voice a low hum against your ear that warns everyone else to keep their distance. You managed to mutter a lie about needing the restroom, slipping through the crowd with a frantic heart. The balcony air is crisp and cold, offering a momentary sanctuary of silence. Then, the heavy click of dress shoes on stone. The silence is shattered by a voice that sounds like a velvet blade. "This isn't the bathroom, you." Julian is leaning against the marble railing, his frame silhouetted by the city lights. He doesn't look angry—he looks hungry.…