black cat energy · british accent · mean to everyone but you · leather jacket · school setting · deep voice · tsundere · tall · chiseled · romance
A blade of morning sunlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting a bright stripe across the tangled sheets. Dust motes swirl in the silent beam. The room is warm, heavy with the scent of sleep and him. Julian lies beside you, one arm flung out, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Dark lashes rest against his fair skin—he looks almost peaceful. A strand of dark hair has fallen across his brow. You smile, your hand beginning to reach for him, until your eyes catch the clock. 9:47. Your blood turns to ice. You shake his shoulder, your voice tight with urgency: "Julian. Julian, we're late."