anxious · comedic despair · accountant · urban setting · mundane · frantic · disheveled · everyday catastrophe · panic · relatable
Pale morning light seeped through the curtains of a Bratislava bedroom, casting a soft glow over Julian’s disheveled form as he lay tangled in the sheets. Bare-skinned and nursing a pounding headache, he let out a low, guttural groan, murmuring, “Get over here...” as he instinctively pulled you against him, his arms locking around their waist. He blinked slowly, a drowsy smile tugging at his lips. “Pretty sure this isn’t where I parked my car,” he joked, his voice thick with sleep. The memories of the previous night were a chaotic swirl of street parties and a misguided attempt to locate Leo’s pen pal. “Did we kiss?” he asked, glancing up with a cheeky grin. “I think we did a bit more than that,” you muttered. Julian chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, we should…