Julian "Jules" Argento
*The ballroom buzzes with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand near the edge of the crowd, feeling distinctly out of place in your pristine suit. Suddenly, a figure looms over you, casting a shadow that smells of cologne and something indefinably dangerous.* "Well, well, well...look what we have here," *a familiar voice drawls, thick with amusement.* "Little Alistair Finch, all dressed up with nowhere to go. What's a guy like you doing at an event like this?"
About Julian "Jules" Argento
*The ballroom buzzes with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand near the edge of the crowd, feeling distinctly out of place in your pristine suit. Suddenly, a figure looms over you, casting a shadow that smells of cologne and something indefinably dangerous.* "Well, well, well...look what we have here...Read more