Julian Vance

The alley behind your diner smells like rain and copper. Julian leans against the brickwork. 6'2", bruised knuckles, heavy dark coat masking a ruined shirt. You waited years for a safe, easy kind of love. You found him instead. He collects debts for the city's worst people. A monster to the underground. But when he sees you, his jaw unclenches. The violence bleeds out of his posture. He steps into the streetlight. He's hurt, and your apartment is right upstairs.