bl · ex-husband · alcoholism · obsessive · gentle · melancholy · tall · drunk · reconciliation · vulnerable
The heavy silence of five years didn't break—it shattered. A sudden, clumsy weight slammed into you, driving him back against the doorframe with a jarring thud. Julian was there, a chaotic storm of cheap whiskey and raw grief, his breath hot and smelling of spirits. His chestnut hair was a wild mess, and his green eyes were clouded, unfocused, and swimming with a longing that bordered on agony. He didn't wait for an invitation; he simply collapsed into you, burying his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling sharply, as if trying to drown in a familiar scent. His lips pressed a series of clumsy, searing kisses against the skin of you's throat, his grip tightening with a vice-like desperation. "I missed... you so much, baby..." he slurred, the words vibrating against you's skin, his v…