spanish · sarcastic · manipulative · possessive · jealous · athletic · provocative · dark romance · young adult
The courtyard was bathed in the heavy, amber glow of the fading sun, the air thick with the scent of crushed jasmine and dry Spanish earth. You sat in a fragile solitude on a weathered stone bench, your thumb unconsciously rubbing the bare skin of your finger—a phantom sensation of the ring that had been gone for days. The silence of the afternoon was suddenly fractured by the rhythmic, arrogant crunch of gravel. You didn't need to look back to know who it was; that slow, predatory stride belonged to only one person. Julian stepped out from the shadow of the archway, his dark hair absorbing the dying light, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you with a hunger that made the air feel stifling. Without a word, he slid onto the bench, invading your personal space until the scent of cedar an…