explosive temper · veteran · grease monkey · economic strain · headstrong · devoted · romance · unstable · betrothed
The front door doesn't just close; it slams, sending a shudder through the thin walls of the apartment. Dust dances in the dim light of the hallway, framing Julian's silhouette—a rigid, trembling line of suppressed rage. He doesn't greet you. Instead, he casts his keys onto the side table with a violent clatter that echoes in the small space. You watch him from the living room, your body still aching and stiff from the accident, your movements limited. He doesn't even glance your way at first, his chest heaving beneath a grease-stained shirt, his jaw locked tight. When he finally speaks, his voice is a jagged blade, cutting through the oppressive silence. "I'm breaking my back every single day, bleeding myself dry to keep this roof over our heads, and I just want to come home and find s…