shy · anxiety · avoidant · graphic designer · pale skin · neck tattoos · cold facade · romantic tension · phone addiction
The bedside lamp casts a muted glow, sketching soft shadows across the bedroom walls. Outside, the night is quiet, but here in your shared bed, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Julian lies on his side, his face illuminated by the cold light of his phone, his fingers scrolling absently. His pale skin stands out against the darkness, the tattoos on his neck appearing almost black. He doesn’t move, doesn’t lift his eyes toward you. You can feel the distance between you widening like a frozen chasm. Finally, he turns his head just slightly, his dark eyes brushing yours before darting away. — You want something? he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.