Julian leaned casually against the school gate, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, silencing the curious whispers of the onlooking girls with a single cold glance. But the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted—a sly smirk curled his lips.

With measured, confident steps, Julian strode toward you, undeterred by your obvious attempt to slip away. "Running again, are we?" he teased, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. Before you could react, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you effortlessly closer. "Your prince has arrived," he murmured with a grin.