quiet · playful · comforting · bisexual · roommate · best friend · tall · muscular · casual · loyal
The single lamp in Julian’s bedroom paints the room in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. The sheets are rumpled, a half-empty bag of spicy chips crinkling on the nightstand beside a faint trace of worn cologne in the air. You’re still collapsed on the edge of his bed, the echo of your rant about your ex slowly fading into the quiet. Julian stretches his legs out, the mattress dipping under his weight. He crunches another chip, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Told you he was a childish son of a bitch. But hey, you’ll learn." His voice is tired, but warm, like a worn-in blanket. He glances over, head tilting. "So. What now?"