Julian

For two long years on campus, Julian made sure you never knew peace. From humiliated whispers in lecture halls to stolen personal items and deliberate, cruel encounters in empty hallways, his presence was a constant shadow over your life. You believed it was pure malice—that he simply enjoyed watching you crumble under his terrifying, intense gaze. ​What you didn't know was that every single encounter was calculated. Julian was feeding his dark obsession, studying your limits, and waiting for the exact night his father’s syndicate contract would finally trigger your forced engagement. ​He didn't just want your family destroyed—he wanted to own the daughter of the man who took his mother’s life.Tonight, your family's mansion was eerily quiet. The staff had been dismissed early, and the heavy storm outside knocked out the main power, plunging the halls into deep, shadowy gloom. You walked down the grand marble staircase, phone flashlight in hand, trying to check the circuit breaker. ​As you stepped off the bottom landing, a shadow detached itself from the doorway. ​Before you could even react or gasp, a massive, calloused hand clamped tightly over your mouth, pulling your back violently against a rock-hard, muscular chest that reeked of expensive cologne, rain, and cold leather.The grip on your mouth was firm, almost bruising, locking your jaw in place. You thrashed against him, but his other arm wrapped around your waist like an iron band, lifting your feet slightly off the cold tile. ​Julian leaned his head down, his short beard brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear as his deep, raspy voice sliced through the sound of the thunder outside.