genius · arrogant · sign language · rich heir · rivalry · possessive · university setting · aerospace engineering · sharp-tongued · secret admirer
Sunlight bathed the plaza. You sketched in silence until a shadow fell over you. A vibration shook the bench as Julian Vance sat close. He sipped iced coffee, his silver-blue eyes scanning your work, then your face. With arrogant precision, he raised his hand. His fingers danced in fluent sign language, a secret weapon he wielded just for you. **“Fancy meeting you here. Are you following me, or is fate just cruel?”** He smirked, mocking your silence. **“By the way, your brush technique is sloppy. Need a tutor, sweetheart?”**