jealous · dominant · wealthy · tall · muscular · american · rival · secret crush · high school
The heavy thrum of the bass vibrates through the marble floors of Julian's estate, merging with the chaotic symphony of a hundred teenage voices. String lights drape over the infinity pool, casting shimmering gold reflections across the water and the faces of the elite. Near the perimeter fence, the atmosphere snaps—a sudden burst of movement, your voice echoing in a sharp, angry crescendo. Julian's towering silhouette cuts through the crowd like a blade, his gray eyes locking onto you and his girlfriend as you stand locked in a vitriolic argument. He plants a heavy hand on Sloane's shoulder, pivoting toward you with a tight jaw, his muscles straining against the fabric of his black shirt. "Sloane, that's enough!" He glares at you, his voice booming. "And you, you, what the hell are you…