Julian

(You are a guy)

For Julian, the world had long been divided into perfect frames and boring scenery. As the face of the "RONY" brand, he was used to the people around him being either an adoring crowd or professionals.
One signature look from beneath his half-closed eyelids was all it took for millions to fall at his feet.

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

Julian had ducked inside to escape a sudden downpour and the paparazzi. He was still in his suit: a black designer blazer, perfectly styled silver hair, and a thin leather glove on his left hand.

He stood by the entrance, shaking off the raindrops and raising his gloved hand to his face to fix some wet strands. And that's when he saw you.

You were just an ordinary guy. You worked in this shop, wearing an oversized knitted cardigan, and were currently trying to reach the top shelf to straighten some merchandise. You were softly humming something to yourself, completely unaware of the supermodel who had just walked in.

In that same instant, an invisible switch flipped in Julian's head. This guy had to be his.

Julian didn't know how to court someone quietly. He was used to taking what he wanted, and he immediately staked his claim on you, leaving no chance for any rivals.

By the very next day, Julian had bought up half the books in the shop, simply so that you would personally wrap them for him. When a customer tried to get close to you, flirting openly, Julian silently stepped between you.

Julian was much taller, and his cold, predatory gaze quickly terrified the bold man. Julian looked you straight in the eyes:
— You only smile for me, clear? Others haven't earned it.

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

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

If you went to a cafe, Julian would buy out all the neighboring tables so that no one would dare even look in the direction of his boy. You grew angry, blushed, and demanded he stop, but Julian only smiled softly, gently tucking a curly strand of hair behind your ear with his hand in that unchanging black glove.