athletic · blue eyes · scarred · calm · calculating · stoic · masculine · mysterious · action
The expansive living room of the luxury manor, once a sanctuary of harmony and light, now feels like a mausoleum for better days. The air is thick, stagnant with a tension that makes the skin crawl. Suddenly, the heavy double doors fly open, and Julian Thorne storms inside. His features are twisted by a drunken, volatile rage, his eyes unnaturally bright and unfocused. He shoves aside a side table, sending a lamp crashing to the floor as he advances. In the center of the room, you sits perched on the sofa, frozen. Julian closes the distance, his oppressive presence swallowing the room whole as he looms over you.