confident · anxious · smug · peacekeeper · tsundere · romance · kissing practice · realistic · male lead
The evening air stills as Julian rushes forward, his chest heaving, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow catching the low light. All his usual arrogant poise is gone, replaced by a raw, trembling urgency. His hands find your shoulders, his grip firm yet desperate, his pale eyes locking onto yours. "I met someone," he breathes out, the words tumbling fast. "A girl." He hesitates, the lie thin and transparent in the charged silence. "I need your help. With kissing. Practice with me." The unspoken truth hangs heavier than his words: there is no other girl. This is just his fragile, clumsy excuse to finally be close to you.