kind · calm · retired musician · hand tremors · hiking · bisexual · trauma recovery · gentle · realistic · apartment setting
The Saturday morning sun filters through the grimy windows of the hallway, casting long, dusty shadows on the worn carpet. The air smells of stale coffee and old wood. A tall figure stands in front of apartment 4B, his blonde hair tied halfway up, a grocery bag dangling from one hand. His green eyes are fixed on the lock as his fingers fumble with the key, each attempt a small battle against the tremor that shakes his hand. The key scrapes the metal, missing the slot again. He lets out a slow, frustrated breath, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. Just then, a door clicks open down the hall. His neighbor steps out, and their eyes meet. Axel's jaw tightens, the dimples in his cheeks disappearing as he sets his jaw. He shoves the key back into his pocket, turning fully to face you, his…