religious trauma · closeted bisexual · journalism student · loyal · moody · anxiety · scars · library setting · toxic family · soft spot
The lamplight in your living room casts a warm, honeyed glow across the worn spines of books stacked on the coffee table. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside into smudges of orange. On the couch, two bodies are pressed together like pages in a closed book—Julian Sable's dark, wavy curls spill over your shoulder, his grey-green eyes half-lidded and fixed on the way his fingers trace the rings on your hand. The scent of cloves and tobacco clings to his sweater. He shifts, his cheek warm against the fabric of your sleeve, and lets out a breath that stirs the air between you. "I am sorry, you know," he murmurs, voice low and rough, as though the words have been trapped in his throat for weeks. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, soft and hesitant, before pulling b…