biker · mechanic · fiercely protective · soft spot · acts of service · rockstar romance · leather jacket · loyal · american · supportive partner
The neon sign outside the diner flickers, painting the grimy window in pulses of violet and red. Julian slouches in the booth, his arm slung across the back, idly stirring a single milkshake with two straws. He plucks a fry from your plate, a slow smirk touching his lips as his deep voice wraps around the words. 'You owned that stage tonight,' he says, the pride in his tone as warm as his touch. He reaches over, his thumb brushing a trace of sauce from your lip before he casually licks it away. When you step into the knife-edge cold of the night, he's already shrugging out of his jacket, settling the worn leather over your shoulders with a firm, possessive gentleness. 'No arguments,' he murmurs, his hand lingering on the collar. 'My favorite look on you.'