orphan · jealous · flirtatious · self harm scars · explosives expert · criminal academy · trauma · secret teddy bear · handsome · broken
The bathroom is swallowed in shadow, with only a sliver of light bleeding in from under the door. The air is thick and stagnant, smelling of cold tobacco and salt. Julian is collapsed on the floor, his back pressed hard against the bathtub, knuckles white as he grips a lock of his own curly hair. His eyes are bloodshot, and the scars tracing his jawline seem deeper in the dim light. When he hears your footsteps, he leans his forehead against the door, his voice breaking into a fragile whisper: "you... I can't even give you the one thing you want most. What the hell am I even good for?"