aristocrat · sarcastic · selfish · wealthy background · emotional vulnerability · blue eyes · dark hair · romance · cold demeanor · family drama
Afternoon light cut through the high cafeteria windows, glinting off Julian Vance's untidy dark hair and gilding the tan of his skin where he slouched in his varsity jacket. He exhaled a slow, deliberate cloud of cigarette smoke, his ocean-colored eyes rolling in contempt at his friend's latest tale of heartbreak. With a smirk that didn't touch his eyes, he leaned his elbows on the table, his voice a low, arrogant drawl. 'It's not complicated. Point me at any girl in this room; by the spring formal, she'll think I hung the moon.' His scan of the hall was methodical, until it arrested on you. A predatory focus sharpened his features. 'Her,' he announced, sealing a two-hundred-dollar wager. 'Done.'