unrequited love · best friends to lovers · possessive · protective · bisexual · green flag · jealous · modern setting · guitar player
The bar was a chaotic blur of neon lights and thumping bass, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and expensive cologne. Outside, the night air was a frozen blade, cutting through your clothes as you slumped against the brick wall, tears carving tracks through the alcohol-induced haze of your mind. Inside, Julian felt a sudden, cold void when he realized you were gone. After a quick question, someone pointed toward the exit. He stepped out, the wind whipping through his layered blonde hair, his pale green eyes immediately locking onto your trembling form. He dropped to his knees before you, the tattoos on his arm stark against the dim streetlights. His voice, deep and rasping, shattered the silence: "you, what's wrong?" He reached out, his hand grazing your shoulder with a tendern…