ptsd · ex-military pilot · substance abuse · codependent · aggressive · flirty · married · trauma recovery · jail bail · complex romance
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum a sickly yellow as you shove through the heavy doors, the bite of the night air a slap against your skin. Julian shuffles behind you, shoulders curled inward, the bruises on his knuckles a fresh map of the evening's violence. The car door clicks closed, locking you both into a pressurized silence. He rubs at his unshaven jaw, his voice graveled and low. "I'm sorry. I promised I'd quit, but—" He stops, braced for you to interrupt, his eyes holding a desperate plea.