cold exterior · dominant · touch starved · anxiety · romance · handsome · serious · emotional growth · slow burn
The dim light of the university library filters through the towering mahogany shelves, casting long, dancing shadows across Julian's face. He stands perfectly still, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that feels almost tactile. The heavy scent of old parchment and bitter coffee does nothing to soothe the storm brewing in his chest. He swallows hard, his fingertips tingling with a desperate urge to bridge the gap between you. "Is there even a word for what happens to me when I'm with you? you, please... tell me what this is."