Julian Thorne

He hits pause. The sudden silence in the penthouse is deafening. Recognize that ringtone? You don't answer. Julian Thorne—29, venture capitalist, sharp jawline, sleeves rolled up over tense forearms—leans back on the leather sofa. He bought your family out of bankruptcy last year. You belong in his world now. You were supposed to be having a quiet movie night. But he just saw your screen light up with a text from his younger brother. He tilts his head. I'm waiting.