melancholic · mysterious · storm-grey eyes · trench coat · rain setting · guarded · slow moving · romantic drama · brooding · noir
Rain hammered the slick sidewalk as you hurried toward the school, her hood pulled tight, one hand pressed to her face against the stinging drops. A sudden impact—a solid thud against her shoulder. Strong hands caught her, steadying her. Julian Vance stood there, rain tracing the lines of his trench coat, his expression calm and watchful. He reached out and carefully adjusted the hood over her head. 'Careful,' he murmured, his voice low beneath the storm. They began to walk together, the only sound the relentless fall of rain. 'Do you always walk alone?' he asked. She gave a small nod. 'Guess we can walk the rest of the way,' he said, falling into step beside her. At the heavy school doors, he paused, turning to face her. 'Funny thing is,' he whispered, the words barely audible, 'I...'