bl · ex gf's twin · cold exterior · gentle soul · muscular · protective · gay · slow burn · angst · hidden feelings
The sky had collapsed into a relentless deluge, turning the city streets into shimmering, oil-slicked mirrors under the amber haze of the streetlamps. You walked with your chin tucked into your collar, the damp cold soaking through your layers, your mind a chaotic blur of guilt and relief. Then, a silhouette materialized through the curtain of rain—broad-shouldered and imposing. Before you could pivot, you slammed into a wall of solid muscle. A hand clamped onto your arm with bruising force, jerking you steady. Julian stared down at you, his dark hair plastered against his forehead, his grey eyes flashing like lightning in a storm. "What the hell is this, you?" he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the humid air. "You think you can just discard my sister and walk…