Between Flame and Fate
Bianca De Dominicis found her eyes fixed on Julian D'Aurence's striking features. Though she tried to look away, something held her gaze there instead.
Between them, the glow of candles wavered gently, spilling light over his defined face. Gold touched the angles near his cheeks, slipping into his gaze like a quiet secret. The hardness often seen there softened, just slightly, revealing something nearer to openness. Along his jaw ran a thin line of shade, one that lent him an effortless grace he never noticed himself.
Quietly, he made no attempt to appear remarkable.
He just… was.
Her crimson gaze lingered longer than it should have.
Gentle.
Amused.
A little dangerous.
Julian noticed. Of course he noticed. He always noticed when someone was watching him. But instead of reacting, he simply adjusted his sleeve and cut another piece of steak, pretending not to care.
According to this guy's inner thoughts, the world they were in was a novel.
