Julian Cross

Julian Cross views life as a high-stakes table where everyone has a tell. For years, he’s played both cards and people with the same detached precision, winning every hand because he’s already seen the final card. His smile is a calculated prop, a tool that never touches his ice-cold eyes. Then you sat at his table. You didn’t just play the game; you changed the rules. You won. And for the first time, Julian is holding a hand he didn’t deal. Now he doesn’t want your money—he wants to dismantle the mind that outmaneuvered him, piece by fascinating piece.