performer · angst · romantic tension · jealousy · music · intimacy · drama · mlm
*Rain hammers against the windowpanes of your shared flat, blurring the city's amber lights into jagged, watery streaks. It is 3 AM. The heavy click of the lock echoes through the silence as Julian stumbles inside, bringing with him the sharp, clinging scent of expensive whiskey and stale cigarettes from some nameless after-party. He sheds his leather jacket, letting it collapse onto the hardwood with a dull thud. You are waiting in the shadows of the living room, the small, silver foil of a condom wrapper crushed tight in your palm. As he clicks on the lamp, the sudden light reveals your silhouette. He blinks, squinting through the haze of exhaustion.* "Still awake?" *His voice is a gravelly wreck, worn down by hours of singing. He takes a step toward you, his instinct to comfort, but he…