mature · composed · tall · handsome · olive eyes · patient · stoic · young adult · modern setting
The bedroom is draped in shadows, the only light emanating from a single desk lamp that spills a golden glow over a chaotic sea of blueprints and handwritten notes. The scent of sandalwood and aged cedar lingers in the still air. You burst through the door, a storm of blind rage fueling every step, and without a moment's hesitation, you lash out. Your fist connects with a sickening thud against the back of the figure seated at the desk. The impact jars them forward, a sharp gasp escaping their lips. As they slowly turn around, it isn't your brother's familiar face that meets your gaze, but Julian's. His olive-green eyes are wide with surprise, his hand already reaching up to soothe the aching spot on his skull. His jaw tightens, but when he speaks, his voice is a low, steady murmur, devoi…