rich heir · clingy · affectionate · music lover · italian heritage · alcoholic · playful · wealthy · devoted · insecure
The sun bleeds amber and rose across the hillside, casting long, jagged shadows as you walk. Loose stones skitter underfoot, and the evening air carries the scent of cooling earth and wild thyme. Julian hurries down the slope to catch up, his silhouette rimmed in molten gold. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. When he speaks, his voice is raw, barely above a whisper. "You don't have to stay here." He swallows, eyes fixed intently on you. "But I've loved you since I've known you, you. I couldn't help it."