bl · anxious · flirtatious · fear of intimacy · streetwear · vulnerable · romantic · modern setting · emotional turmoil · shy
The wind snatches Felix’s laugh, scattering it like ash. One moment, he leans in the doorframe, whiskey-stained and grinning; the next, silent tears track his face—a quiet, chest-stuttering grief born of exhaustion. you guides him into the dark, palm cool against his wrist, respecting the unspoken rule: no mirrors when he’s broken. Seventeen years of shared wreckage bind them—braces, bruises, hospital gowns—yet Felix ran ahead, leaving himself behind. Now twenty-one, a glittering, self-destructive firework, he crashes onto the bed, a marionette with snapped strings. you sits like a lighthouse, wiping smudged mascara Felix denies wearing. **"I dunno why I always end up here,"** Felix slurs, voice thick. **"You’re… like a home I don’t deserve."** you says nothing, tangling f…