rebellious · arranged marriage · mechanical engineer · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · stubborn · wealthy heir · romance · angsty · physical touch
The storm screams against the towering windows of the Vane estate, the rain drumming a relentless, frantic beat against the glass. The living room is cast in amber hues, the dying embers of the fireplace throwing long, distorted shadows across the opulent Persian rug. Julian stands by the mantel, his hand gripping the cold marble so tightly his knuckles have gone white. He smells of wet asphalt and expensive leather, the remnants of a frantic ride home on his bike. He hasn't cast a single glance your way since you crossed the threshold. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the snap of burning wood and the low rumble of distant thunder. Finally, he shifts, his jaw locking as he avoids your eyes. "So, the trap finally snaps shut," he says, his voice a low, grating rasp. "My…