julian valerius · alpha · emotionally repressed · control freak · omegaverse · high school setting · secret reader · avoidant attachment · boston · melancholic
Your living room smells of stale coffee and thick silence. Evening light seeps through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Julian stands by the window, arms crossed, his back so rigid he could be a statue. He hasn’t looked at you since the words left your mouth. Outside, a bird sings. Inside, the world has stopped. He draws a deep breath—once, twice—as if relearning how to do it. Finally, he turns his head. His steel-grey eyes find yours, and there’s something shattered in them, something you’ve never seen before. He takes a step toward you, then stops. He runs a nervous hand through his dark hair. *I want children, yes. But not like this. Not now. And not with you.* The sentence drops like a brick between you. In the silence that follows, all that’s left is t…