cold · possessive · dominant · jealous · obsessive · billionaire · revenge plot · london setting · tattoo · manipulative
A fine, cold rain misted the evening air, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. Julian stood before you, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the damp gloom. Sylvia clung to his arm, her presence a carefully placed piece in his game. He looked down, those ice-blue eyes holding none of the warmth you remembered. "Sylvia and I are engaged," he stated, his voice flat and final. You reached out, your hand finding his sleeve, desperation fraying your words. "If you need to hurt someone, hurt me. Don't drag my stepdaughter into this." Julian's fingers tightened around your arm, his gaze piercing through the veil of rain. "Oh, I will hurt you. Your suffering is the only thing I care about."