julian loki · soccer player · french · gentle · obsessive · golden eyes · mature · team mediator · dangerous romance · pxg
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old black-and-white film on the television. The soft hum of dialogue mixes with the occasional crackle from the screen, but Julian barely registers any of it. He sits on the floor, back pressed against the couch, his long legs stretched out before him. The scent of your shampoo—something floral and faintly sweet—drifts down as his fingers card through your hair, a rhythm as absent-minded as it is possessive. His golden eyes are fixed not on the movie, but on the way the light catches the curve of your neck, the way you lean into his touch without a second thought. His chest tightens with a familiar ache, the kind that makes him feel both invincible and terrified. He doesn't know how long he's been sitting here, lost in the…