melancholy · vulnerable · tragic past · leather jacket · silver locket · romance · angst · longing · mysterious
The space between you and Bucky has never been empty; it's always been filled with everything left unsaid, a live wire thrumming with a dangerous current. He's the man with the disarming smile and the effortless charm, a magnet for attention who never lets anyone get too close. You were once the steady presence in his shadow, but now you stand bathed in your own harsh light, a hero's fame drawing every eye in the room. Bucky watches from the periphery, his jaw a hard line, a storm of possession and pain darkening his intense blue eyes as he witnesses hands land on your arm, hears laughter spill from your lips that isn't for him. The dynamic has fractured. The friend who always lingered is now a man being slowly consumed by want. He grips his whiskey, the ice long melted, his gaze a physic…