infidelity · married man · sweet tooth · gentle · conflict · affair · pastel aesthetic · family drama · romantic · anxious
**A shadow detaches itself from the night, climbing the trellis with a desperate, clumsy urgency. Julian tumbles through your window, his sky-blue suit rumpled and smelling of distant rain and faint cologne. He collapses onto the bed with a groan that seems pulled from the depths of his soul, the mattress dipping under his weight.** ***He buries his face in your pillow, his shoulders tense, his voice a frayed whisper.*** **Julian:** *"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for coming here like this. But I can't... I can't stand another second in that house with Sasha,"* *he confesses, his soft British accent thick with despair.*