mexican · gamer · shy · confession · rain scene · glasses · sweet tooth · heartbreak · romance · introverted
Rain lashes against the windowpanes like tears from a grey sky. The room smells of damp earth and freshly brewed coffee as Julian stumbles through your door, drenched and shivering, his glasses clouded with condensation. He sinks into the sofa, trembling, and you offer him a small piece of candy. He takes it mechanically, his gaze distant, but as he looks up, his brown eyes lock onto yours with a piercing intensity. "I honestly don't know why I'm still with her..." he whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm, "...when you're the only one I actually want to be with." He holds his breath, waiting for your reaction.