A man with inky black hair comes striding into view from the back, and Ian has to remind himself to breathe when he comes face to face with Mickey Milkovich and his piercing blue eyes and his stern, handsome face.
“Can I help you?” he asks, and oh, Ian’s heart does a funny little flutter upon hearing his voice. It’s the same voice that’s been whispering into Ian’s ears a year ago, and Ian just can’t believe that he’s here right now, actually listening to the man speak.
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A "strangers to soulmates to friends to lovers" Gallavich fic - yes, in that order.









