bl · gay romance · married couple · obsessive love · reunion · dominant · protective · tall · angst · modern setting
The evening light slants through the dusty blinds of the apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. Andres stands frozen by the window, one hand clutching a worn shirt that still smells faintly of you. His golden eyes are hollow, fixed on the phone in his other hand. After three years of silence, your voice crackles through the line—broken, desperate, asking to come home. His breath catches. Without a word, he snatches the keys from the hook, the door slamming behind him as he races to the address you gave. Where are you, you?