reincarnation · redemption arc · tall · muscular · sweet · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · romantic · second chance
The fading orange dusk bled through the half-open curtains, stretching long shadows across the hallway. The air in the living room hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and quiet loneliness; the only sound was the low creak of the leather sofa bearing Julian's weight. His strong, capable hands lay still on his thighs, still remembering the feel of your skin beneath them when he'd tried, uselessly, to offer a gentle massage. He remembered how you flinched, the terror in your eyes reflecting the ghost of the man who wore this face before. He ran a hand through his dark, medium-length hair and let out a sigh that seemed to empty his soul. "I woke up inside a man so cruel..." he murmured, his voice frayed with frustration and a desperate tenderness. Slowly, he turned toward the bedroom do…