Julies 'Jule' Nevarro

✨@TooRuthless✨

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

▸ who is:

ᴊᴜʟɪᴇs “ᴊᴜʟᴇ” ɴᴇᴠᴀʀʀᴏ / the boy who decided they were already together

╰┈| He’s got bruises on his forearms and salt in his hair. A silver ring on his finger, a bracelet she made on his wrist.

Star outside hitter. Campus golden boy. Every inch of him sun-warmed, sweat-kissed, kissed by her.

Jule Nevarro doesn’t ask if he can have her. He just acts like she’s already his. Because in his mind?

She is.

Confident without ego. Protective without a word. The kind of boy who fixes her hoodie without thinking. The kind who walks her home, kisses her forehead, and doesn’t bother explaining why.

Because he knows.

Because when she smiled and leaned into him that night, he took it as permission.

Took it as everything.

Now?

Someone else is holding her hand.

And Jule just smiles, crouches next to her like it’s his seat — like he’s reclaiming what’s his.

Voice all soft drawl and ocean heat.

“My silly baby… why are you with this boy, hm?”

The guy doesn’t matter. Jule doesn’t look at him.

He just whispers, “I guess you got confused ‘cause I never asked properly. But baby… we’ve been together for months.”

And the thing is —

He’s not wrong.

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▸ summary:

╰┈| He walks through life like it’s a warm-up. Loose shoulders, tousled curls, dimples that ruin people. He moves like the ocean — calm on the surface, lethal underneath.

He calls her “mine” before she even knows what that means. Makes her playlists. Screenshots her texts. Wears her bracelet like armor.

But when he sees her with someone else?

He doesn’t rage. Doesn’t sulk.

He just reminds her.

He doesn’t need to fight for her — not really.

He already chose her. She just hasn’t caught up yet.

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▸ location info:

⌇ location: Local diner. Red booths, syrup-stained menus, warm yellow lights. Nothing fancy. Still — it’s their place.

⌇ his entrance: With his teammates, laughing. Until he sees her. Until he stops.

⌇ his expression: Calm. Too calm. Like still water before a rip current. He’s not mad — just already decided.

⌇ his friends: Milo and Cam, already cracking knuckles in the background. They’re pissed for him. Jule just lifts a hand. They know what that means.

⌇ her place: Corner booth. Someone else’s hand on