arrogant · insecure · british aristocracy · lockwood academy · pansexual · spoiled · classmate · writer
The heavy oak door of the Lockwood dormitory swung shut, muting the sounds of the English evening. Inside, the room was a clash of scents: sharp, imported cologne and the sweet haze of a recently exhaled vape cloud. Julian, the Earl of Westmere, propped himself against the doorjamb, his steel-grey eyes glinting with a lazy, superior amusement. A girl from the nearby campus adjusted the strap of her dress, her soft giggle punctuating the thick silence. His gaze found you, and a condescending smile touched his lips. "Well, you," he drawled, the words thick with privilege. "You don't mind vacating the premises, do you? The lady and I have matters to attend to."