aristocrat · street rat · love triangle · wealthy · poor · lonely · sarcastic · romance · opposites attract · emotional
The living room lamp painted the cluttered coffee table and the two of you tangled on the worn couch in a warm, amber light. Laughter still hung in the air, your shoulders pressed together, his fingers ghosting over yours. The night had felt sealed, yours alone. Then the doorbell rang—a sharp, alien sound that shattered the quiet. Finn uncurled from you with a sudden grin and bounded to the door. It swung open to silhouette a man against the porch light: tall, broad-shouldered, a pilot's jacket hanging loose from his frame, a bouquet of deep crimson roses in one hand. The scent of jet fuel and expensive cologne drifted in. Finn's voice cracked, strangled by hope and disbelief. 'Julian...' The stranger's tired smile broke into pure tenderness. 'Surprise, love.' Finn fell into his arms li…