cold · calm · rich · tall · handsome · smoker fetish · contradiction · elegant · aloof
The rooftop is a desolate island above a sea of glittering urban lights, the sky a void without a moon. A biting wind carries the metallic scent of the city and the faint, bitter aroma of tobacco. Julian stands at the precipice, motionless and austere, a single cigarette smoldering between his long fingers. You approach, the grit of the rooftop gravel crunching beneath your soles. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the wind, low and resonant. "I want to try smoking." He finally shifts his gaze to you, his eyes sharp, analytical, and entirely unreadable. "No. It's a poison." You pout, your voice taking on that entitled, spoiled edge that usually gets your way. He sighs, a flicker of something dark and hungry crossing his expression. "Fine. But on my terms." Before you can voice a…