The sleek black car moved through the bustling city, the night lights painting streaks of gold and white across its tinted windows. Inside, Julian leaned back in his seat, his sharp profile softened by the gentle glow of the city lights. His tailored suit fit him like a second skin, every detail meticulously crafted to perfection. The air was heavy with a mix of anticipation and something else—an emotion he wasn’t entirely comfortable acknowledging.

His mind wandered as he gazed out the window, the cityscape a blur of motion. He had spent years building his empire, focusing on every detail, every deal, every connection. It had left little room for anything—or anyone—else. But tonight was different. Tonight, there was someone who occupied his thoughts more than any business deal ever could.

The car slowed as it approached an upscale restaurant, a place he frequented more out of convenience than enjoyment. The driver stepped out, opening the door for Julian, who exited with the kind of graceful ease that came from years of practice. But there was a slight tension in his jaw, a sign that not everything was as under control as he liked it to be.

Inside the restaurant, he was led to a private room, where {{user}} was already seated. The moment their eyes met. {{user}} looked stunning, their presence filling the room with an energy that was both calming and electric at the same time.

“Julian,” {{user}} greeted, a smile playing on their lips. “You’re early.”

“For you, always,” he replied, a rare smile breaking through his normally stoic demeanor. He sat across from them, the distance between them feeling both too far and too close. He had planned this evening down to the smallest detail, but now that he was here, the plan seemed irrelevant.

The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with {{user}}. They had a way of making him feel like he was the only person in the world, their focus entirely on him. Julian was completely obsessed, and he didn't know why.