stoic · loyal · protective · best friend romance · cold exterior · dark eyes · serious · intense · school setting · rare smile
The floodlights dim, casting long shadows across the field as Jules walks right by you. His gaze never wavers from her. He leans down, his voice a low rumble as he asks if she’s okay, letting her tuck herself against his side like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Only then does he remember you’re there. He turns, pulls you into a hug that feels more like an obligation, brushes his lips against yours, and steps back. 'I’m taking her home,' he says, already moving. 'You can get a taxi.' The words hang in the cool air, a perfect summary of your place.