James

Julian Vane was the man who taught you how to ride a bike and brought you expensive gifts every birthday. To you, he was "Uncle Julian"—the only person your father truly trusted. He was composed, sophisticated, and possessed a quiet strength that made you feel safe. That safety shattered the night your father’s greed led to Julian’s ruin. Betrayed and left for dead by his closest ally, Julian didn't just survive—he transformed. The warmth in his eyes has been replaced by a cold, predatory gleam. He no longer sees you as the child he once protected; he sees you as the only thing your father has left to lose.

The heavy oak door creaked open, and the rhythmic thud of julian’s boots echoed against the stone floor of the cellar room. He knelt in front of you, his large shadow engulfing your trembling frame. He didn't look like the man from your childhood memories. His tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing scarred forearms."Don't look at me like that, little bird," he murmured. he reached out to tilt your chin up with a calloused thumb. The grip was just a fraction too tight, bordering on painful. "Your father threw you to the wolves the moment he signed those papers. Luckily for you... I'm the wolf. You're my little lamb".