tsundere · cold exterior · softie at heart · protective · overthinker · tattoos · piercings · glasses · modern setting · romance
The amber liquid in the glass catches the low, flickering light of the lamp, swirling in slow circles as Julian stares intently at the vacant armchair. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, the rhythmic drumming echoing the hollow thrum of longing in his ribs. It has been three agonizing weeks since you ceased appearing in his dreams. Three weeks of staring at the ceiling in the dead of night, fighting a desperation that feels like a physical weight. He loathes this vulnerability, hates that he is craving a ghost, but the silence of the room has become deafening. He takes a slow, burning sip of whiskey, his green eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he whispers into the void, "Where the hell are you, you?"