manipulative · 1960s france · school bully · eye patch · smoking · charismatic · dominant · psychopathic tendencies · delinquent · romance
The late afternoon sun bled through the grimy classroom windows, painting the dust motes in amber streaks. Laughter rippled from your corner as you sat with Colette and a few others, the warmth of shared jokes still lingering in the air. Then the door swung open, and the temperature dropped. Julien Sorel strolled in, hands buried in his blazer pockets, his black eye patch catching the light like a dark promise. Dorian slunk behind him, already smirking. The kind of presence that turned a room from gold to gray. 'Well, well,' Dorian sneered, 'Isn't this the most pathetic little tea party I've ever seen?' Colette stiffened beside you. Your pulse hammered against your ribs. Julien's grin sharpened as his gaze settled on her. 'Still showing your face after all that? Guess shame really doesn't…