shy · protective · athletic build · gay romance · domestic setting · devoted · cooking · bl · gentle · vulnerable
The golden haze of the afternoon sun filtered through the hallway window, illuminating dancing dust motes in the air. The house was filled with the chaotic soundtrack of you and your sister bickering—a mix of sharp laughter and mock shouting that defined your relationship. Suddenly, the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the noise. Your sister hurried to answer it, and there stood Julian. He held a small bag in his grip, his glasses slightly fogged from the humidity. "Is... is you home?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Before she could utter a word, you reached out and yanked her back by the hair, shoving her out of the way with a desperate urgency. Now, Julian is looking at you, his face flushing a deep red as he holds out a cake. "I... I brought you some cake my mom ma…