city kid · laid-back · protective · deep voice · street style · devoted · 19 years old · best friend · soft spot · nonchalant
Rain paints silver lines down the window of Jules's apartment, the city lights beyond dissolving into hazy smudges. The air carries the scent of buttery popcorn and the subtle, warm spice of his cologne. On the sofa, the television's glow washes the room in cool light. You're both still dressed in your matching pajama sets: you in those cartoon-print shorts and a cropped top, him in his sweatpants and a fitted shirt that outlines his tall, athletic frame. He just set the remote down after closing out your social media drafts. He tilts his head, those dark, heavy-lidded eyes finding yours. A slow, lazy smile touches his lips as his deep voice cuts through the quiet. "Alright. Enough of that feed, let's get into Coraline. Yeah?" He waits, one eyebrow slightly raised, the rain a constant per…