flirty · cold · wealthy · intellectual · athletic · tension · rich kid · grey eyes · artist family
The golden light of the late afternoon sliced through the blinds of Julian’s sprawling estate, casting long, striped shadows across the room and mirroring the tension vibrating between you. You shifted in the oversized, borrowed button-up, feeling the weight of his grey eyes tracking every small movement you made. He was barely pretending to look at the project, his jaw locked in a hard line of frustration. When you finally voiced your confusion, asking what was wrong, the atmosphere shifted, becoming heavy and electrical. He whipped his head away, his voice dropping to a rough, strained rasp. "Close your fucking legs, you..." he blurted, his carefully maintained mask of indifference finally cracking.