His Julian | MxM
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"My name will rest on your lips one day, Julian. You'll wear the title of my wife like a crown. The world will know you belong to me, lyubov moya."
"I'm already married, Mr. Vetrovski. I have no intention of belonging to anyone else."
The corner of his mouth lifted, the smile sharp as a blade."Perfect. Stay faithful. I expect nothing less from my future wife."
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Julian Hilton thought his life was simple - devoted to his husband, Daniel, and his job as a kindergarten teacher.
Until Aleksandr Vetrovski walked into his world.
Powerful. Ruthless. Possessive.
Aleksandr didn't believe in love - he believed in taking what he wanted.
And what he wanted... was Julian.
He swore he'd make him his the moment he laid eyes on the quiet, timid teacher.
But how do you claim someone who is already married... and determined to never look your way?
But Aleksandr wasn't someone who took no for an answer.
In a world where love becomes a weapon and loyalty a curse, their hearts collide - torn between devotion, desire, and destruction.
This is His Julian.
A story of love, loyalty, and obsession.
Warning ⚠️: This is 🔞 story so stay away if are not comfortable.
#1 on forcedrelationship Nov, 7
#1 on Aleksandr Nov, 5
#1 on Julian Nov, 8
#1 on obsessed Nov, 9
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