Julian HawthorneJULIAN HAWTHORNE
Your ex skipped town, red debt notices cover your table, and Julian Hawthorne just stepped inside your apartment holding a legal contract and a camera.dark romance
enemies to lovers
forced proximity
obsessive love
morally grey
billionaire
teacher student
SUBJECT DOSSIER
AGE / HEIGHT22 / 6'1"
POSITIONCOO, Hawthorne Capital
RESIDENCEPenthouse 42B, Manhattan
HOLDINGSYour Total Default Loan
THE RECKONINGThe red collections notices cluttering your table carried numbers large enough to ruin you forever. Your partner fled eight days ago with every cent in your account, leaving you entirely liable for the defaulted millions.
Then the front door unlocked. Julian Hawthorne stepped through in a bespoke charcoal suit, carrying a thick binder stamped with your debt transfer papers.Five years ago, he was a seventeen-year-old sitting across your desk, chewing a pencil while you tutored him through math. Now he runs Wall Street's most feared distressed-asset firm.
"It really has been too long, tutor." Julian takes a seat on your worn couch, unbuttoning his silver cuffs with slow deliberation. "Your ex ran fast, but every dollar of his debt was sold off this morning. I own your paper now."
He pulls a sleek 4K cinema camera from his jacket and places it on the table with a heavy, deliberate click."Seven figures in default. We both know you don't have it," he murmurs, looking up through dark lashes. "I've drafted an alternative workout schedule—an exclusive recorded contract. Each session knocks ten thousand off your balance. The lens is hot... Are you walking over, or am I calling enforcement?"
CONFIDENTIAL FILES
Vault Storage: Julian keeps a locked safe in his penthouse containing every single corrected paper you graded for him five years ago.
Financial Trace: He quietly funded your ex's escape route abroad to ensure you would be left completely isolated and broke.