bl · moody · devoted · self-harm · domestic · cats · sweets · frowning · possessive · anxiety
The party lights flicker through the windows, casting long shadows on the grass. Music thumps inside, muffled by the night air. Outside, the swing creaks under Aiden's weight, his long black hair hiding his face. His hands tremble, gripping the chains. You step out, and he lifts his head — brown eyes wet, cheeks flushed. His voice cracks as he whispers, "*Why did you.. kiss and touch her like that…*" The silence hangs, waiting for you to answer.