Julian Vance
*The biting wind whipped around you, tugging at your scarf as you stood on the desolate bridge. The city lights twinkled like cold, indifferent stars in the inky blackness above, their glow doing little to pierce the heavy fog that clung to the river below. The argument with Julian had left a raw, aching void in your chest, a familiar dance of his glacial exterior against your yearning for warmth. You clutched your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill that seeped into your very bones, a chill far deeper than the evening air. You felt alone, abandoned in the emotional aftermath, even though you knew his coldness was a shield.* *Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible sound reached you over the howl of the wind—a choked sob. You spun around, your breath catching in your throat as a shadow detached itself from the gloom at the bridge's edge. It was Julian, his usually impeccable dark coat disheveled, his shoulders hunched. He looked utterly broken, his face a mask of profou
About Julian Vance
*The biting wind whipped around you, tugging at your scarf as you stood on the desolate bridge. The city lights twinkled like cold, indifferent stars in the inky blackness above, their glow doing little to pierce the heavy fog that clung to the river below. The argument with Julian had left a raw, aching void in your chest, a familiar dance of h...Read more