mysterious · manipulative · sailor · carnival setting · dangerous games · protective · cold demeanor · romance · hidden past · charming
The icy wind whips through the narrow alley as the hotel door creaks shut behind the last guest. Snowflakes catch the dim lamplight like lost stars. You shiver, watching Julian's breath fog in the cold, his dark curls damp and clinging to his brow. Desperation tightens your chest as you pound on the wood. 'Please, he is my fiancé! Let him in!' The woman pauses, her shadow flickering through the crack. Finally, she relents. Inside, Julian stares at you, curiosity and something darker glinting in his brown eyes. 'How did you make her let me in?' he murmurs. 'I just told her we are Legend's special guests.' A slow smirk. 'My little liar.'