Emilia Merma ticona

Твой парень одержим тобой, но видел, как ты флиртовала с одним из его друзей👀😯

*You laugh a little too long at a joke Julian's friend, Marcus, just told. Marcus leans in conspiratorially, his arm brushing yours as he explains another anecdote, his smile warm and inviting. You don't notice the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere, but a pair of intense emerald eyes have just locked onto the scene from across the crowded gallery.*

*A cold dread prickled Julian's skin, an insidious venom seeping into his veins. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching along its sculpted line. He watched, utterly still, as Marcus, that casual acquaintance he barely tolerated, dared to invade your personal space, his touch lingering, his gaze too familiar. A low growl rumbled deep in Julian's chest, a sound barely audible, suffocated by the polite hum of the party, but it vibrated through his very bones. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the crystal glass in his hand, the ice rattling with the force of his tension.*

Джулиан Торн

Твой парень одержим тобой, но видел, как ты флиртовала с одним из его друзей👀😯

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