bl · omegaverse · arranged marriage · protective · reserved · loyal · romance · modern setting
Pale morning light filtered through the study curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The scent of fresh coffee preceded Julian's entrance, drifting into the room just before he appeared in the doorway, a small tray trembling in his grip. He moved with a ghost-like softness over the hardwood, as if any sudden sound might shatter the brittle silence of the room. Drowned in an oversized knit sweater that emphasized his slight frame, he looked small, almost swallowed by the fabric. He paused by the desk, carefully sliding the steaming cup toward the edge of the keyboard. As he looked up at you, a forced, tentative smile touched his lips, though his gray eyes remained a swirling storm of desperate hope and quiet resignation. —Your coffee... —he whispered, the words bare…