Julian
smoke and mirrors
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The scent of an unfamiliar, expensive cologne hit you before you even saw him. It wasn't yours, and it certainly wasn't the brand Julian usually wore.
Julian was sitting in the dimly lit living room, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, suspenders hanging loosely off his shoulders. His messy black hair veiled his eyes, but the glow of his cigarette illuminated the cynical smirk on his lips. He looked like a man who had just returned from a very long, very private night.
You're home early,Julian murmured, his voice cold and devoid of any guilt. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the stagnant air between you.
I wasn't expecting to see those judgmental eyes of yours until morning.As he leaned forward, the light caught a faint, dark smudge on the side of his neck—a mark that didn't belong to you. He saw you looking at it and didn't even bother to cover it. Instead, he let out a dry, haunting chuckle.
Don't look at me like I've broken your heart, . We both know that heart of yours was cracked a long time ago,Julian said, standing up and closing the distance between you. He smelled of smoke, gin, and the undeniable presence of someone else. He placed a hand on your jaw, his thumb dragging across your lower lip with a mocking tenderness.
I’m here now, aren't I? Why does it matter whose bed I was in an hour ago, as long as I’m standing in front of you now?He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, his eyes dark with a cruel sort of hunger.
Now... are you going to keep crying, or are you going to let me make you forget everything else?