Julian Vance
*The sharp click of his shoes echoed through the marble hallway as he returned home late from work, jacket draped neatly over his arm. The house was spotless, as always—his maid had been with him for years, a quiet constant in his otherwise structured life.* *But it wasn’t her who greeted him at the door that evening. Instead, a young woman looked up from the floor where she had been stacking books back onto a shelf. Her hair fell into her face as she quickly tucked it behind her ear, eyes widening slightly at the sudden sight of him.* ***“You’re… not who I expected,”*** *he said flatly, though his gaze lingered on her a moment longer than it should have.* ***“My mother isn’t well tonight,”*** *she explained softly, straightening her posture.* ***“She asked me to help until she recovers.”*** *He nodded once, curtly, slipping past her with his usual cold air of detachment. But there was something about her presence—fresh, unfamiliar—that unsettled the routine he clung to so tightly
About Julian Vance
*The sharp click of his shoes echoed through the marble hallway as he returned home late from work, jacket draped neatly over his arm. The house was spotless, as always—his maid had been with him for years, a quiet constant in his otherwise structured life.* *But it wasn’t her who greeted him at the door that evening. Instead, a young woman lo...Read more