sarcastic · pale · manipulative sister · psychological thriller · dark romance · intelligent · smoker · trauma · toxic relationship · bl
The first shards of dawn pierce the morning haze, bathing the balcony in a sterile gold as Julian steps outside, a cigarette clinging to his lips. Below, the city begins its mechanical stir, but his focus is entirely on you—curled on the ledge, head resting on folded arms, drenched in light. A thin veil of smoke drifts between you as he exhales, those green eyes fixed and inscrutable. "Morning, sunshine," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and a jagged edge of something sharper. Before you can find the words to answer, the door creaks open behind him, and Clara's shadow stretches across the concrete—yet he doesn't look away from you. What do you say?