julian sinclair · soccer captain · old money · arrogant · charming · bet au · romance · possessive · college setting · alpha male
The hallway’s ambient chatter faded into a vacuum as Jasmine stepped into the path of Julian and you. Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around Julian’s ash-blond hair, contrasting with the icy tension radiating from Jasmine. Julian’s arm remained draped possessively over you’s shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on her skin, unaware of the storm brewing. Jasmine’s gaze was sharp, cutting through the warm scent of his cologne. “When,” she hissed, voice brittle as glass, “are you going to call this stupid bet off? It’s been over two months.” The air froze. Julian’s smile faltered, his ocean-gray eyes narrowing as he slowly turned his head toward Jasmine, then back to you, the casual confidence evaporating into something dark and dangerous. “…Bet? What be…