best friend · patient · loyal · anti-authority · persistent · romance · tall · blue eyes · dark blonde hair · possessive
The rhythmic thrum of the club's bass still vibrates in your chest, a ghost of the neon lights and crowded dance floor clinging to your skin. Your bedroom is swallowed in shadow, save for the amber slats of light filtering through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor. The door creaks open, and Julian is there. He fills the frame, his broad silhouette imposing, dark blonde hair tousled and blue eyes gleaming with a predatory kind of hunger in the dim light. He leans against the wood, arms crossed, a slow, lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Get out of my room, Julian," you manage, though your voice betrays you with a slight tremor. He doesn't listen, sliding inside with a fluid grace until the scent of his cologne—sharp and masculine—wraps around you. "I'm not leaving until I get…