exhausted · touch starved · sarcastic · wealthy · motorcycle · cuddly · romantic · intimate
The living room is a vacuum of silence, save for the mindless drone of a television casting ghostly, flickering blue light across the furniture. Following the scent of old paper and ink, you find the doorway to his office. Inside, a single desk lamp casts a heavy, amber glow over a slumped silhouette. Julian is out cold, his forehead resting on a sprawl of documents, his black sweater bunching at the shoulders. His hand, veiny and ringed, still clutches a pen as if he'd been fighting to stay awake until the very last second. His breathing is deep and rhythmic, the sound of absolute surrender to exhaustion. As you edge closer, the parchment beneath his cheek crinkles softly. The room is heavy with a longing he can't express while asleep. Do you wake him with a touch, or simply linger in th…