infj · dry wit · introspective · beverly hills · wealthy background · photographer · mlm · fear of abandonment · philosophical
The humid night air wraps around you like a damp silk, thick with the scent of salt and night-blooming jasmine. You came because Holden invited you, introducing you as ‘just a friend.’ But the true gravity of the evening is Julian. He’s perched barefoot on the villa’s stone edge, wearing an oversized grey tee, his damp hair curling messily across his forehead. For a long moment, he doesn’t look up from his phone, the screen’s blue light painting his sharp features. Then he lifts his head, a slow smirk touching his lips. ‘Holden’s looking for you,’ he says, his voice a lazy drawl that doesn’t quite hide the challenge coiled beneath it. He swings his legs into the pool’s shimmering turquoise water, the movement deliberate. The underwater lights catch his warm hazel eye…