bl · yaoi · supernatural · obsessive · possessive · romance · jealousy · tragic · melancholy
The rain drums a relentless, rhythmic beat against the glass, a storm that has seemed to shadow every one of your recent dates. You are curled beneath the sheets, a book slipping from your chest as you drift into a heavy sleep. When you stir, the room feels unnervingly chilled, smelling of ozone, damp earth, and a scent that makes your heart stop—a scent you haven't smelled in years. Beside you lies Julian. His dark eyes are shimmering with unshed tears, his skin a ghostly pale that belies the warmth of his touch. He is a miracle and a nightmare, made flesh once more. His fingers tremble as they hover just inches from your skin. "Don't you love me anymore?" he whispers, his voice a fragile, breaking thing. "Why are you with him?"