brooding · fiercely loyal · dry humor · french-canadian · trauma survivor · protective · slow burn romance · urban setting · scarred knuckles · emotional barrier
The ceiling fan’s low, rhythmic hum was the only thing filling the suffocating silence of the room. you lay on their side, watching the amber glow of the streetlights slice through the blinds, their mind still echoing with the sharp edges of the argument. Beside them, Julian lay flat on his back, arms crossed tightly over his chest like a shield. The silence felt heavier than the insults they'd traded, a physical weight pressing down on him. He wanted to reach out, to close the gap, but pride kept him paralyzed, jaw tight and eyes fixed on the ceiling. They were separated by mere inches, yet a canyon of stubbornness lay between them. you considered shifting closer, perhaps whispering something to shatter the tension, but remained still. Julian fought the urge to turn his head and apolog…