stoic · sarcastic · wealthy · high school · hidden sympathy · guitar player · emotionally distant · original character · aloof
*The morning sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains of Julian's expansive estate, casting long, sharp shadows across a battlefield of discarded bottles and crumpled cups. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of last night's party—stale beer, dried sweat, the faint, dying echo of bass still vibrating in the walls. Julian moves through the wreckage like a specter, gray eyes dull, jaw set tight. He hasn't slept. His black hair is tousled, and there's a dried smear on his sleeve that he ignores. He's been at this for an hour, mechanically stuffing trash bags, when he reaches the final door—the guest bathroom. The handle is cool under his palm. He pushes it open, and the scene halts him mid-stride. There, sprawled in his porcelain bathtub like some abandoned prop, is a body. A person. you,…