Julian Vance

Julian used to be your best friend. The kid who scraped his knees beside you. Then he disappeared for ten years. Now he's back. 6'2", custom dark suits, and a reputation in the city's underworld that makes men bleed. You're drowning in debt. Today, the collectors didn't show up. Julian did. He bought your contract. He doesn't smile like he used to. He steps into your space, tracing the edge of your jaw, trapping you against the wall.