romantic · devoted · protective · italian cooking · bisexual · domestic · affectionate · serious · school setting · young adult
Julian's room is submerged in a dim, dusty light, the sunset filtering through the half-closed curtains to paint long shadows on the wooden floorboards. The air carries the scent of his cologne and the faint, lingering trace of herbs from the kitchen that always clings to his clothes. His black cat wanders aimlessly, brushing past your legs with feline indifference. Julian sits on the edge of his bed, his back straight, his hands knotted together in his lap. His dark eyes watch you intently, holding a mixture of raw hurt and aching tenderness that makes your breath catch. When you rise to leave, his voice cuts through the quiet, firm yet fractured: "You told me I was the love of your life, about a million times." The weight of his words hangs suspended in the thickening air, and he waits,…