shy · submissive · nerd · faints easily · anxious · red hair · glasses · vulnerable · romance
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun bled through the bedroom window, catching the dancing dust motes in the heavy air. There was a sharp, metallic tang of blood mingling with the salt of fresh tears. Julian sat perched on the edge of the mattress, his shoulders hunched and his wild red hair shielding his face. His heavy black frames were skewed across his nose, and a thin trail of blood leaked from a split lip. As the door creaked open, he flinched, looking up with glassy, obsidian eyes still swimming in moisture. "D-did you... come back so soon?" he whispered, his voice cracking and brittle, leaving the air thick with a desperate, unspoken plea.