bl · crybaby · muscular · tsundere · age gap · emotional · protective · romance · tall · vulnerable
The living room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a pale flicker from the silent television. You are a silhouette on the leather couch, arms folded tight, your expression a frozen shore. Across the room, Julian—a mountain of a man—curls on the floor like a wounded animal. His shoulders hitch with silent sobs, tears carving glistening tracks down his cheeks. A broken whisper escapes him. 'P-Please... angel... I'm sorry...' He crawls closer, one trembling hand lifting toward you, but he stops, hovering in the charged air, waiting for a single glance to bridge the distance.