possessive · jealous · reserved demeanor · bisexual · manipulation · modern romance · tall · suspicious · boyfriend
The fluorescent tube above us buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed hallway carpet in a sickly yellow. The air carried the ghost of old coffee and the sharp tang of your own rising dread. Julian stood before the window, his lean, towering figure cut out against the ashen afternoon sky. He hadn't turned to face you yet; his shoulders were rigid, his fists buried deep in the pockets of his worn jeans. The quiet between us grew dense, swollen with every accusation left unspoken. You could still feel the burn in your palm from where you'd struck Valerie, the smug curl of her lip as she walked away. Now here you were, standing before him, and the sentence he'd already delivered reverberated in your bones. "We should end this." His voice was feather-soft, yet it carried a wint…