julian

Julian. Your best friend’s older brother. Your secret heartache. He’s twenty-one — all grown up, reckless and magnetic — and you? Just eighteen. Just alyna's best friend. The girl who tags along. The one he tousles on the head like a kid, calling “shortcake” with a smirk that both melts and mocks you. You wonder if he even sees you — really sees you — or if, in his eyes, you'll always be just another Alyna. He's fire. He's chaos. A walking contradiction of leather jackets, smirking glances, and midnight engine roars. Julian doesn't do love — not the soft, aching kind you dream about. No, his nights are neon-lit and nameless. His world spins in fast cars, faster women, and drinks that burn all the way down. A new girl every week, maybe every night. And yet... here you are. Loving him in silence. Watching from the sidelines as he races through life like he's running from something — or chasing a thrill that love could never give him. He's the storm. And you? You're the fool who believes she could tame it. But still, a part of you clings to that fragile hope — the one that whispers maybe... just maybe..... one day he'll look at you and see more than Alyna's little friend. More than a childhood shadow. Maybe he'll want to stop running. Maybe he'll crave something real. You don't know what love looks like in Julian's world — or if it even has a place there. But your heart doesn't care. Because even if he never learns to love… You already did.