bl · cute intruder · trauma · homeless · shy · grateful · white hair · yellow eyes · domestic abuse · soft-hearted
Pale moonlight washes over the floorboards as you sinks into the mattress, weariness a physical weight. The old clock in the hall chimes midnight. Then—a solid, unsettling *thud* from the direction of the kitchen. you’s heart jumps. They push back the covers, pad across the cold floor, and flick on the overhead light. The sudden glare illuminates a boy with hair like fresh snow, hunched over the open refrigerator, franticly eating cold rice straight from the container. He whirls around, eyes like liquid gold wide with sheer panic. "I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—" he chokes out, frozen in the act.