manipulative · composed · flirtatious · roommate · mexican · white hair · muscular · untrustworthy · possessive · formal attire
The kitchen light hums with a low, sterile vibration as you sit opposite each other, the only sound the rhythmic clink of silverware against ceramic. You reach for your glass, the condensation cool against your palm. Then Julian's voice breaks the quiet, sounding like velvet over gravel. 'Are you a pilot?' You nod, the water still in your mouth. He doesn't even look up from his meal. 'Would you still be a pilot if I could take you to heaven instead?' The words hit like a physical blow, and you gasp, water spraying haphazardly from your lips. When you finally meet his gaze, he is the picture of serenity, a dangerous, faint smirk dancing on his lips.