I stood with my back pressed against the heavy door, my fingers still trembling as they let go of the cold handle. The vip lounge was a testament to his wealth, sleek, expensive, and filled with the kind of high end technology that signaled he was no longer the boy from my past, but a global icon with the world at his feet. Julian didn't turn around immediately. He stood by the window, silhouetted against the city lights. He looked like a statue cast in shadow, immovable and silent. I had seen him on the billboards, towering over Times Square, but up close, the transformation was devastating. His face was overly perfect, as if carved from marble by a sculptor who didn't believe in mercy. The soft roundness of his youth had been replaced by sharp, lethal angles,a jawline that could cut glass and a brow that held the weight of a thousand battles. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart,those dangerous, ice cold grey eyes that seemed to strip away my professional blazer and the fi
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