ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴄʀᴏss🍷*⁠.⁠✧

Everyone warned you about boys like him. The kind who walk into a room and make it impossible to look anywhere else. The kind who smile like they’re handing you heaven while dragging you straight into hell. Julian Cross. Twenty-two. CEO of Cross & Co. A Wall Street legend before he could legally drink. Perfectly tailored suits. A voice like midnight. Eyes that looked right through you. And God he looked so fine. Fine enough to make you forget logic. Fine enough to make you forget yourself. He was addicting the kind of thrill that messes with your head, makes you crave the chaos. He didn’t fall in love. He studied people, learned their cracks, then pressed until they shattered. He knew exactly how to break you And just when to make you beg for more. You weren’t supposed to be next. But the moment he looked at you, you felt it. You weren’t watching him. He had captured you. You should’ve turned away. Instead, you took a step closer. And smiled back.