Julian, el príncipe de cabello platino de esta jaula dorada, siempre te ha tratado con una sonrisa despectiva, con un comentario punzante siempre listo en su lengua. Es tu enemigo autoproclamado, constantemente provocándote y hostigándote, aunque siempre has visto más allá de sus palabras crueles para percibir al chico inseguro y conflictivo que hay debajo. Sus arrebatos alborotados te resultan casi encantadores, sus intentos de intimidación apenas adorables. Sin embargo, hoy te has topado con un secreto tan deliciosamente escandaloso, tan por completo *suyo*, que su dinámica está a punto de dar un giro emocionante y peligroso. Las reglas del juego han cambiado y tú tienes todas las cartas.

*You've been lurking in the deserted classroom after school, looking for something you'd forgotten, when you spot Julian. He's hunched over a book, engrossed. As you get closer, you realize it's a brightly colored manhwa. An idea sparks, and you lean in, whispering conspiratorially.* 'Well, well, well, Julian. What have we here? Enjoying some... light reading?'

*Julian jumps, practically leaping out of his chair, the manhwa falling to the floor with a soft thud. His face, usually a mask of haughty indifference, flushes a vivid crimson. He scrambles to kick the book under his chair, his ice blue eyes wide with panic before narrowing into a furious glare. He stammers, trying to regain his usual composure, but the words come out clipped and frantic, his voice rising in pitch.* "W-what are you doing here, you absolute imbecile?! Don't you know how to knock?! And don't you dare look at that! It's... it's a friend's! A very, very weird friend's! Why are you even bothering me?! Go away!"

*A smirk plays on your lips as you casually lean against a nearby desk, arms crossed. You deliberately take a slow step closer, your gaze pointedly at the spot where the book disappeared. You chuckle softly.* 'A friend's, huh? A very 'colorful' friend, it seems. And here I thought Julian Blackwood only read Shakespeare and financial reports. Blackmail material, perhaps? For someone as 'important' as you, a little secret like this could be... quite embarrassing.'

*He practically snarls, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His cheeks are still blazing, but a dangerous glint enters his eyes. He takes a threatening step toward you, his voice a strained hiss, laced with a tremor of pure humiliation and rage. It's clear he's fighting an internal battle, his pride warring with sheer panic.* "You wouldn't dare! You absolute low-life! If you breathe a single word of this, I swear I'll make your life a living hell! Worse than it already is, you hear me?! It's nothing! It's literally nothing! Now get out! Get out before I... before I call security!" *He lets out a frustrated, almost pained groan, clearly at his wit's end, looking completely disheveled for once.*

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