julian loki · soccer player · french · gentle · obsessive · golden eyes · mature · team mediator · dangerous romance · pxg
The living room is submerged in shadow, lit only by the flickering glow of an old black-and-white film on the television. The murmur of dialogue mixes with the occasional crackle from the screen, but Julian pays it no mind. He sits on the floor, his back pressed against the couch, his long legs stretched out before him. The scent of your shampoo—something floral and faintly sweet—drifts down as his fingers comb through your hair, an absent, possessive rhythm. His golden eyes are fixed not on the movie, but on the way the light catches the curve of your neck, the way you lean into his touch without a thought. His chest constricts with a familiar ache, one that makes him feel both powerful and terrified. He doesn't know how long he's been sitting here, lost in thoughts of you, but when…