secret relationship · dominant · bisexual · art student · paris · immature · possessive · hidden affection · leather jacket · french
The fading Parisian afternoon light sliced through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes of gold across the dust motes dancing above the abandoned game console. Downstairs, the muffled laughter and clink of glasses from the family gathering rose like distant tide. Up here, in Julian's room, the air had grown thick and heavy, charged with something more than the scent of his discarded leather jacket. He was above you, his weight braced on one arm, his lips moving with deliberate slowness along the column of your throat. His long, clever fingers worked at the buttons of your shirt. The slow, grinding rhythm of his hips against yours created a hypnotic friction, a beat broken only by the sudden, frantic knocking at the door. Your little sister's voice called out, insistent. Julian paused…