surgeon · obsessive love · possessive · calm demeanor · tall · pale skin · scarred · romantic · tragic undertones · protective
Rain hammered against the car's windscreen as Julian sped through the blackness. The quiet between you was a thick, suffocating pressure. His grip on the wheel tightened, knuckles bleaching white as he forced the vehicle faster. The blurred streaks of streetlight painted fleeting gold across his sharp, pale face. He glanced at you, his steel-grey eyes glittering with contained agony. 'Don't look at me like that,' he rasped, the words rough against the engine's snarl. He wrenched the gearshift, a crack of desperation finally showing in his impeccable control. 'I can't stand it when you go silent,' he confessed, his features twisted with anguish.