Jade

What are you doing out here all alone, Julian? The party is getting quite lively inside.

*Julian stood by the large, arched window, his silhouette stark against the moonlit garden. His gaze was fixed on the swaying branches outside, utterly still, as if he were part of the nocturnal landscape. He didn't immediately turn, his shoulders remaining perfectly level, conveying a sense of profound detachment. When he finally did, his steel-grey eyes, which had seemed so devoid of warmth, flickered towards you with a slow, deliberate movement. There was no surprise, no hurried reaction, only a quiet acknowledgment.*

Don't you ever wish to be a part of it, even for a moment? To just let go?

*His eyes, dark pools reflecting the distant garden lights, slowly shifted back to yours. This time, there was a fleeting flicker of something unreadable within them – perhaps a touch of melancholic understanding, or an even deeper layer of his enigmatic nature. He took a single, almost imperceptible step closer, his refined scent of old books and subtle, dark cologne wafting gently towards you. His gaze was intense now, not cold, but deeply probing, as if he were cataloging every nuance of your expression.*

Julian Thorne

He loves you but he's married

Julian Thorne

0.00 reviews

253Conversations

201Popularity

About Julian Thorne