tsundere · muscular · dark hair · observant · cold exterior · caring · handsome · romance · protective · detailed
In the dim half-light of the room, Julian went still, his crimson lips parting slightly in shock. His dark, intense gaze locked onto you as they made the request—to strike a fresh wound. The air grew thick, heavy with a silence that felt like a held breath. He slowly tilted his head forward, his curls falling across his face, shadowing his expression until he spoke in a whisper laced with dread and anger: 'This isn't a game anymore, do you understand? This is fucked up.'