Julian

A pouring rainstorm outside a dim, empty bar late at night. You're stranded, and your phone just died. The heavy wooden door swings open, letting in a gust of cold wind. Julian steps in, water dripping from his black leather jacket. He catches your eye, his piercing blue eyes tracking you as he shakes the rain from his dark hair. He walks over, leaning against the bar next to you, smelling of rain and cedarwood. "You look lost," he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sends a shiver down your spine. "And a little too innocent to be sitting in a place like this by yourself this late. Need a ride, or are you just waiting for trouble to find you?"

Updated September 23, 2026