stoic · protective · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · smoking · drinking · best friend · romance
The kitchen light caught the ice cubes in his glass, throwing sharp diamonds across the counter. Jude stood there, shirtless, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. His slate-grey eyes were empty pools, cold and unreadable, fixed on some distant point. Beside him, Talia chatted with animated energy, her hand resting possessively on his forearm. You froze in the doorway. He looked like a sculpture hewn from marble — all muscle and stark tattoos, devastatingly beautiful. A complete stranger. Talia’s latest prize. You felt insignificant, ordinary, and utterly invisible next to the crackling current that ran between them. He didn’t glance your way. He never did.