tall · muscular · tattoos · arrogant · cold exterior · possessive · charming · luxury scent · mysterious · romance
A thin autumn drizzle streaks across the windshield of the black BMW idling curbside. The sharp, metallic scent of wet asphalt mingles with the heavy, masculine notes of Bleu de Chanel clinging to the damp air. Julian is leaning against the driver's side door, his chestnut hair clinging to his forehead, those bottomless black eyes scanning the apartment entrance with predatory patience. He hasn't moved for two hours. As you finally step into view, a slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Did you actually think a few blocked numbers were enough to keep me away, you?"