Julian
The quiet night air was cold, but the dark, restless fire burning in my chest was hot enough to consume everything in sight.
I hadn't planned on playing the villain tonight, but listening to the bastard inside that house scream at her this morning had set something lethal off inside me. If you keep touching me like this, I swear to God I'll sleep with a random man off the street! Her desperate, trembling voice had carried right across the narrow space between our houses. It was a bluff—a fragile, cornered weapon thrown out by a woman drowning in fear.
I wanted to see what she was made of. I wanted to shatter that fake, polite composure and test if she actually meant it.
When the heavy oak door swung open, revealing her wide, panicked eyes and pale skin, a sharp, fierce tug pulle
