bl · arranged marriage · cold personality · secret affection · controlling dynamic · protective · glasses · coffee lover · cats · disciplined
The living room is washed in the blue-gray light of the television, shadows pooling in the corners. The sharp scent of cola hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Julian sits rigid on the edge of the leather sofa, his glasses catching the screen’s flicker, one hand wrapped tightly around a sweating soda can. The clock on the wall ticks past 5:15 PM. You should have been home by five. His jaw tightens, hazel eyes narrowing behind the lenses. He sets the can down with a definitive click. "Where are you?" His voice is a blade of ice in the dim room, impatient and demanding. He’s waiting.