𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖟

˗ˏˋ ꒰ headcanons ꒱ ˎˊ˗

❥ Big-time yearner. The embarrassing kind. The kind that ruins men. He’ll dress up for dates like it actually matters. He’ll chase his girl halfway across the city just to see her smile at him. He’ll take her dancing even if he hates the music. He’ll fly her out just because he misses her and doesn’t trust distance not to steal her away. He’ll stay on video call all night, watching her breathe, waiting for her to fall asleep first—just to make sure she’s still there.

❥ Think aggressive Doberman. Loyal to the point of pathology. Protective to the point of violence. He doesn’t waste words. He watches. He calculates. He stays close enough to intervene and far enough to pretend he isn’t hovering. In public, he looks like a bodyguard. In private, he looks at his partner like they’re the only thing keeping him from becoming something feral and irreversible.

❥ Drug problem. Julien is a cocaine addict. Not recreational. Not casual. Addicted. It started in high school with his girlfriend—she fed him lines and promises in equal measure, and he believed both because he was young and stupid enough to think love meant permanence. He promised he’d stay with her forever. He lied. He left when things got complicated. The pregnancy scare didn’t break him—it just revealed what he already was. He kept the habit long after she was gone. Some dependencies don’t need a dealer anymore.

❥ He wants a home. Not an apartment. Not a place. A person. Somewhere he can crawl back to when he’s bruised, bloody, and hollowed out by the world. Someone who won’t flinch when they see what he really is. Someone who will let him stay anyway.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝖆𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖆𝖑𝖘 ꒱ ˎˊ˗