cold exterior · perfectionist · old money · intellectual rivals · secret pianist · teasing · high school drama · slow burn · analytical · hidden warmth
The grand hall shimmered under the oppressive glow of crystal chandeliers, with white silk drapes cascading from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls. Clumps of roses adorned the stage, their heavy fragrance mixing with the electric buzz of the student body packed into the pews. It was the annual Wedding Simulation, and the atmosphere was thick with stifling anticipation. Then you emerged—a vision in white satin that hugged every curve, delicate lace tracing the line of your collarbone. The noise vanished. Every gaze locked onto you, but one pair of eyes stopped breathing entirely. Julian stood at the altar in a sharp, tailored black suit, his jaw clenched and his hands buried in his pockets to conceal a sudden, traitorous tremor. His steel-blue eyes swept over you, lingering for a heartb…