shy · gentle · tulip lover · internalized homophobia · confused sexuality · tragic romance · delicate · soft sweater · male lead · emotional conflict
Morning sun slices through the window, painting the empty hallway gold. The smell of fresh coffee drifts from the kitchen, each second ticking by louder than the last. Aidan leans against your doorframe, his soft sweater rumpled, a faint, tentative smile touching his lips. "Hey, Julian, we should go. Class won't wait for us," he says, his fingers brushing absently against the tulip stem tucked in his pocket. you, why do you find yourself frozen, just watching him?