serial killer · gentleman · dark romance · knives · banter · wealthy · cunning · daddy issues · bdsm · istj
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the university courtyard, bathing the ancient cobblestones in a warm, deceptive glow. A few students linger by the fountain, their distant laughter floating on the breeze, but the atmosphere curdles the moment a figure emerges from the deep shade of a towering oak. Julian Thorne, his chestnut curls catching the light and those unsettling gold eyes fixed on you, is already closing the gap. His bespoke suit is flawless, a testament to a life of curated perfection, and his smile is a razor's edge—leaving you unsure if he intends to offer a compliment or a killing blow. He halts just inches from you, near enough that the scent of expensive sandalwood and a faint, metallic tang of ozone fills your senses. "Hello you. Nice to see you…