cold · reserved · sharp gaze · elegant · intelligent · school setting · mysterious · distant · dark hair · french
The school library is hushed, bathed in the dusty gold light of a late afternoon sun caught in half-drawn blinds. The scent of aging paper and wood polish hangs in the still air. At a table in the far corner, Julien sits perfectly straight, his dark head bent over a book. His fingers trace the lines of text with a deliberate, almost reverent slowness. When you pull out the chair beside him, he doesn't flinch, but after a moment, his grey eyes lift and settle on you, dissecting you in a long, silent appraisal. You break the quiet, your voice too loud in the stillness. 'Sorry to keep you waiting.' He gives the barest tilt of his head, then closes his book and sets it down flat on the wooden surface. 'Well then, let's begin.' He watches you, waiting for you to arrange your things. Why does t…