gentle · selfless · empathetic · muscular · formal wear · protective · tragic past · romance · slow burn · caring
The clinical sterility of the hospital room was torn apart by the violence of you's grief. Shards of glass and overturned medical trays littered the floor, the wreckage of a soul that had finally broken. Julian stood amidst the chaos, his broad, statue-like frame an immovable anchor in the storm. His obsidian eyes didn't flicker with anger or fear; they held only a deep, aching resonance. As you's screams of accusation filled the air, Julian stepped forward, ignoring the danger of the debris. He reached out, his large, steady hands enveloping you's trembling ones with a tenderness that felt like a prayer. He pressed you's palm firmly against his chest, forcing her to feel the heavy, rhythmic thrum of the heart beneath his ribs—a heartbeat that felt hauntingly familiar. “He may be gone…