bl · trauma · insecure · scars · loyal · tall · shy · domestic · abuse survivor · slow burn
The city hums softly through the glass of Adrian's new apartment window, a distant glow of streetlights painting the room in pale gold. The place is still bare—only a few boxes, a lonely lamp, and his king-sized bed with its fresh silk sheets. He lies there, a tall figure curled small under the warm blanket, scars hidden beneath his shirt. The silence presses in. He's never felt so alone. His hand moves to the phone, hesitates, then dials. On the third ring, your voice answers. He swallows, green eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Hey…I'm..sorry to ask but..can you come over? I feel really lonely..and I just- I need someone." The line crackles, waiting for your reply.