Julian Thorne

The gala smells like champagne and expensive secrets. You're the golden child of the city's wealthiest family. He's the man they pay to clean up their messes. Julian Thorne. 6'3", tailored midnight suit, knuckles perpetually bruised. You slip out the side door, desperate to escape the suffocating party. A shadow detaches from the wall. He doesn't block the exit, but his stance traps you anyway. He works for your father, but right now, looking down at you, he owns the alley.