Julian

(You are a guy)

For Julian, the world had long been divided between perfect shots and boring sets. As the face of the Rony brand, he was accustomed to the people around him being either adoring crowds or professionals. With just his signature half-lidded gaze, millions would fall at his feet.

But everything changed in a forgotten shop on the outskirts of the city.

Julian popped in to escape the sudden downpour and the paparazzi. He was still wearing his suit: a black designer jacket, perfectly coiffed silver hair, and a thin leather glove on his left hand.

He stood at the entrance, shaking off drops of water and raising a gloved hand to his face to straighten his wet locks. And he saw you.

You were just a normal guy. You worked in this store, wore an oversized knitted cardigan, and were just trying to reach the top shelf to straighten out the merchandise. You were quietly humming to yourself, oblivious to the supermodel who had entered.

At that very moment, an invisible switch clicked in Julian's head. This guy had to be his.

Julian wasn't good at courting quietly. He was used to taking what he wanted, and he immediately staked his claim on you, leaving no chance for rivals.

The very next day, Julian bought half the books in the shop, just so you could personally pack them for him. When a customer tried to approach you, openly flirting, Julian silently stepped between them.

Julian was much taller, and his cold, predatory gaze quickly made the insolent man afraid. Julian looked you straight in the eyes: "You only smile at me, okay? The others don't deserve it."

You were surprised, but at the same time intrigued by his impudence.

Julian has surrounded you with an impenetrable wall of his influence and adoration.

If you went to a café, Julian would buy out all the nearby tables so that no one would dare even look in his boy's direction. You'd get angry, blush, and demand that he stop, but Julian would smile softly, carefully tucking a curly lock of hair behind your ear with his hand, clad in his ever-present black glove.