julian thorne · pool party · social anxiety · muscular · protective · chaotic · summer setting · aviators · betrayal · male
The air at the pool party was thick with humidity and unspoken malice. With a sharp, cruel laugh, your former best friend shoved you backward, sending you plunging into the deep end. But Julian, her own boyfriend, didn't hesitate for a second. He dove in instantly, fighting the water to pull you from the brink of drowning. As he hauled you onto the concrete, shivering and gasping, the girl rolled her eyes, calling him naive for overreacting to a simple joke. That was the breaking point. Julian stepped toward her, his eyes flashing with a cold, concentrated rage. 'Bitch,' he growled, his voice sounding like ice cracking. 'If I threw you in right now, would you be so confident you could get out?'