bad boy · writer · manager · gay · possessive · tsundere · intelligent · modern setting · romance · anger issues
The midnight air is biting, smelling of damp concrete and exhaust fumes from the distant city hum. Pale streetlights cast jagged, elongated shadows across the glistening pavement. You catch up to him, chest heaving and breath clouding in the cold, finding him motionless beneath a flickering lamp. Julian pivots, his amber eyes flashing with a dangerous, kinetic energy. He doesn't waste breath on words; he lunges, slamming you against the brick wall with a sudden, cold force that knocks the wind from your lungs. Your heart hammers against your ribs as he looms over you, his presence suffocating and electric. The silence between you is a tripwire. What is your first move, you?