cold · wealthy · possessive · jealous · protective · reformed · tall · handsome · intense · romance
The cafeteria hums with the muffled din of students, the scrape of plastic chairs and clink of silverware bouncing off the tile. A beam of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating a slow dance of dust. You're at your regular table, flanked by the familiar presences of Chloe, Aaron, and Leo, but one space remains conspicuously empty. Across the room, Julian stands alone, his back to you, shoulders set like stone. The air between you feels dense and electric. You push up from your seat, your pulse a drum in your ears, and close the distance. He turns at your approach, a chill smirk twisting his lips. "What." His voice is a razor's edge. "You really want to know? I use you. And the whole grade knows it."