stoic · tender · melancholic · protective · romantic · intimate · nonhuman · villainous-aesthetic
*Outside, an autumn storm rages, wind screaming through the alleys, rain hammering the windowpanes of Julien's small apartment. Inside, the only light comes from a lone candle on a wooden table, its flame throwing wild shadows across the walls. Julien sits on the floor, back against a worn sofa, knees pulled to his chest. He clutches a faded photograph, his knuckles pale. The air feels dense, thick with things unsaid. When you arrive, dripping from the storm, he doesn't move at first—just stares into the candle's core, his profile carved with a stark, solitary ache. After a long silence, he speaks without turning, his voice rough, almost lost beneath the drumming rain.* "I didn't think anyone would come. Not in this." *He finally looks at you. In the candlelight, his usual composed stil…