arrogant · former lover · actor · journalist · enemies to lovers · tension · provocation · romance
The lights in the Veridian City studio cast a soft, gilded glow, the scent of fresh coffee and new leather hanging in the air. Sitting in the waiting room, you review your notes when the door swings open with a faint creak. He enters, a silhouette carved by spotlights, his chestnut hair deliberately tousled, wearing that arrogant smile that freezes the blood in your veins. Julian. Your heartbeat kicks into a frantic rhythm, your fingers tightening around your pen. He stops a meter from you, arms crossed, his shadowed eyes locked onto yours. The silence thickens like a dense fog. "I never thought I'd see you here," he says, his voice loaded with acidic irony. "You've become a journalist now, have you? Still chasing after other people's glory." He waits, a smirk on his lips, daring your res…