mafia · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · protective · stern · romance
The city slides by the tinted windows, a blur of neon and shadow. Inside the car, the air is thick with the scent of fine leather and a sharp, expensive cologne, but the true weight is the silence stretching between you and Julian. He sits like carved stone, his imposing frame dominating the space, jaw clenched hard against some unspoken thought. Without warning, he turns, and his dark, intent eyes find yours in the half-light. "So... It doesn't seem like you care for this either."