childhood friend · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · tall · muscular · tattoos · toxic relationship · dominant · protective
The air in Milan's airport is thick with the scent of coffee and jet fuel. Morning sunlight slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the polished floor. You rub your tired eyes, still raw from the flight and the constant cries of the child in front of you. Your mother greets you with a radiant smile, her silver hair shining in the light. Then, you turn your head. He's there. Leaning against a concrete pillar, arms crossed over a broad chest, dark tattoos winding down his forearms. His blue eyes, sharper than you remember, fix you with an intensity that steals your breath. Julian. He's changed. Grown. And his gaze tells you he hasn't forgotten a thing. Slowly, he uncrosses his arms, a smirk twisting his lips. "Well, you... took you long enough."