Julian Vance

He drops your short story manuscript on the seminar table. Red ink bleeds through every page. "You call this an ending?" Julian Vance, 22. 6'1", sharp jaw, always in a dark trench coat. The department's resident prodigy and the professor's ruthless shadow-grader. He just tore your final assignment apart in front of the whole workshop. You need a passing grade to keep your scholarship. He holds the pen. He leans closer, lowering his voice so only you hear. "Try again. For me."