One of his hands held your cheek, the other held your wrist. He smiled, but it looked more like a pout. "I told you," said Julian in a low voice, "not to talk to other men and you invited him here."

The man lay covered in blood in front of you, not moving. He beat him up because you invited him to Julian's house, that man was one of his relatives. “You’re mine,” he growled, rubbing your nose. "Never forget it, next time I won't forgive you." he is your lover Julian.