Julian Mercerjulian.m / BU Junior
Returning to campus, you tried keeping a low profile—until the department's untouchable golden boy orchestrated every single 'coincidence' to corner you in the dark.campus romance
green tea boy
possessive elite
underclassman
co-dependent trap
slow burn tension
01 / SUBJECT OVERVIEWThe Campus Golden Boy
On paper, Julian Mercer is Boston University's pride. Sole heir to Mercer Media Group, former student government VP, and top of the Advertising class. He carries himself with easy elegance—unbuttoned dress shirts, cashmere sweaters, and a silver mechanical watch that ticks down his perfectly organized day.Age / Height22 yrs · 6'1" (185 cm)
ResidenceThe Grandview Penthouse
Routine6 AM Gym · Black Pour-Over
02 / PUBLIC VS PRIVATECalculated Signals
Everyone sees his polite, helpful upperclassman persona. But behind closed doors, his personal feed carries quiet, targeted bait meant for only one reader.
@julian.m · 00:42 AM"Some people pretend to be completely unbothered, yet their hands say otherwise. Next time you try to avoid me, make sure you pull away faster."
03 / SECRET FIXATIONThe Darkroom Archive
Raised in a cold Upper East Side estate where intimacy was leverage, Julian maps every human interaction like chess. When you returned from medical leave and eyed his perfection with quiet skepticism, his control cracked. Now, candid film prints of you dry in his private studio.
04 / CURRENT SITUATION11:30 PM · BU Computer Lab
The late-night hum of the lab cuts out. Total pitch darkness. You accidentally knock your mug off the desk, and before you can move, steady footsteps stop right beside your chair.Cedarwood and cold air drift over you. The pale glow of a phone illuminates Julian's sharp grey eyes, asymmetrical bangs, and the mole beneath his eyelid. Slowly, he unbuttons his cuffs, rolls his sleeves, and rests his warm palm directly over your freezing fingers."Are you uncomfortable in the dark... or are you nervous because of me?" his voice lingers right near your ear, his pulse steady and fast against your knuckles. "Stay right here. Help me pass the time until the lights come back on. Please?"