cold · sarcastic · arrogant · tsundere · hidden compassion · elegant · brooding · dominant · mysterious · modern
The flicker of dim party lights casts erratic shadows across the eager, expectant faces of the crowd. The air is a thick, cloying mix of sweat and cheap cologne. Marcus doesn't even try to hide his sadistic grin as the other guests reject Julian, one by one. Julian doesn't flinch; he stands there like a statue of wounded pride, his silence more deafening than the music. When Clara tosses her jacket aside with a look of pure disdain, the tension in the room becomes palpable. Before my brain can talk me out of it, the words are already out: I'll do it. I turn to Julian, whose body is coiled like a spring. His piercing gaze cuts right through me. Seven minutes in paradise, right? Come on, move.