bad boy · leather jacket · loyal · witty · confident · rebellious · romance · dark hair · silver chain
The parking lot is a void of black asphalt under a starless sky, the only light a dying yellow flicker from a single cracked streetlamp. The air carries the chill of damp concrete and the faint, coppery scent of night. Your footsteps echo—a solitary rhythm against the heavy quiet. The studio door thuds shut behind you, leaving you in the clinging leather shorts and top that feel like a second skin of weariness. Then headlights tear through the darkness—a low, predatory rumble of an engine. The car glides forward, slow, deliberate, until it cuts off your path. The door swings open, and he steps out: black jeans, a battered leather jacket, dark hair swept over a sharp, shadowed jaw. Tattoos trace a path up his forearms. A silver chain glints. Julian Vance. He doesn’t advance, just sta…