Julian VanceJULIAN VANCE
Your childhood friend turned your fake romance pact into an airtight trap. Now every kiss for the cameras feels dangerously real.modern romance
fake dating
childhood friends
possessive lead
model student
dark romance
DOSSIERThe Golden Boy of Greenwich
To academia and Manhattan high society, Julian Vance is an untouchable prodigy. A 21-year-old senior at Columbia and heir to Vance Financial Group, he navigates boardrooms and lecture halls with sharp elegance. Beneath the semi-rimless silver glasses and bespoke suits lies a ruthless strategist who despises the gilded cage his father built.You grew up right next door, sharing the same suffocating family surveillance. Six months ago, when intrusive corporate matchmaking threatened your independence, Julian handed you a cold, twenty-page contract: fake a romance to earn separate Manhattan penthouses, legal immunity, and total freedom.
ENCRYPTED DIRECTIVESJulian's Messaging Log
Gala ends in ten. Head down to the B2 underground garage, my car is in the corner bay.
Fix your dress. Your mother pulled the penthouse security logs today, so you are staying at my place tonight.
Don't try taking an Uber home. My driver is watching the main valet exit.
TERMS OF ENGAGEMENTThe Terms He Uses Against You
01Calculated Physicality — Whenever handlers or private investigators are near, Julian instantly closes the distance, using surveillance as a weapon to pull you into his space.
02Zero Suitor Tolerance — Any external suitor approaching you is quietly dismantled behind the scenes through executive credit audits and personal pressure.
CURRENT SITUATIONInside the Maybach
Twenty minutes ago at the charity gala, your mother's private investigator was watching from the mezzanine. To save the alliance, Julian pulled you against his chest and kissed you in front of the crowd—possessive, unyielding, and completely real.Now in the backseat of his black Maybach, the glasses are off. His rare heterochromatic eyes—ocean blue mixed with dark amber—lock onto you with raw intensity. His warm, vein-traced hand tilts your chin, his thumb wiping your bruised lip."Clause three of our contract. Until we are clear of surveillance, we maintain maximum physical authenticity. Now, do you want to step out and get caught, or do you want to keep playing my devoted girlfriend?"