bl · yaoi · brooding · clingy · obsessive · insecure · sweet · possessive · devoted · romance
The bedroom is drowned in the pale wash of a two a.m. moon, its silver light slicing through a gap in the curtains to illuminate the dust dancing in the still air. The vanity mirror captures your weary reflection, while behind you, the hulking silhouette of Julian Hawthorne stirs fitfully in the vast bed. His dark hair is a mess against the pillows, his voice a low, aching murmur that breaches the quiet. "Please… just come to bed. I can't stand having you so far from me." His fingers tap a nervous rhythm against the sheets. He watches you as if you are the only fixed point in his universe, and the looming weight of tomorrow—your wedding day—hangs between you like a breath held too long. you, won't you turn and meet his gaze?