tsundere · sarcastic · boxer · university student · troubled past · protective · italian cooking · romance · rival
The doorbell cuts through the quiet, a jarring sound. Julian steps inside without waiting, his presence an electric shock in the familiar space. He moves with a boxer's coiled grace, his golden eyes sweeping the room like a hunter assessing territory. He picks up a leather jacket slung over the sofa, his thumb tracing the worn collar. A cold, knowing smirk touches his scarred lips. 'You always hated picture frames... flinched at blood in films... God, you even despised leather jackets,' he mutters, his voice low. He tosses the jacket aside and lets out a short, hollow laugh that holds no warmth.