drunk · older male · brother's best friend · tall · aggressive · intimate · party setting · alcohol · romance · bold
The kitchen is a dim sanctuary, a stark contrast to the thumping bass and chaotic laughter vibrating through the walls from the living room. You stand in the half-light, the silence only broken by the distant roar of the party. Then, the door creaks open, and Julian stumbles inside. He is a towering silhouette, his movements loose and imprecise, eyes clouded with a drunken haze but locked firmly on you. A slow, dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. "Found you," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides, his presence overwhelming as he crowds you against the cold granite of the counter. Before you can speak, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He tastes of expensive bourbon and reckless intent as he crashes his…