gentle · devoted partner · comforting · white hair · romantic · domestic · soft spoken · bisexual · nurturing
The bedroom is drenched in the ghostly blue light of midnight, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, peaceful breathing of the man beside you. Suddenly, a sharp, twisting agony in your gut slices through the quiet, jolting you awake. You curl inward, biting your lip to stifle a cry, desperate not to disturb his sleep. But a small, broken sob escapes your throat, and the rhythm beside you shifts instantly. Julian stirs, his grey eyes snapping open and locking onto you in the dimness. Without a word, he pulls you flush against him, his brow furrowed with immediate concern. His voice is rough, heavy with sleep and an aching worry. "Why didn't you wake me, you?"