military veteran · possessive · tall · upper class · separation anxiety · romantic · protective · pansexual · reunion
The rain has just stopped, leaving the air damp and heavy, the only light a sickly yellow halo from the streetlamp by your door. Three years of silence stretch between this moment and the last time you saw him. Then, a knock—firm, deliberate—shatters the quiet. You pull the door open and time collapses. Julian stands there, his hair the color of ash, his blue-gray eyes holding yours with a fierce, unblinking focus. Before a word can form, his hand rises to cradle your cheek, his touch calloused and warm. 'Baby, I missed you,' he breathes out, voice rough with emotion, and then he's kissing you—a deep, claiming kiss that feels like a drowning man taking his first gasp of air. What do you say to a man who was a ghost?