college setting · mlm · possessive · sarcastic · british-chinese · guitarist · barista · sensitive · protective · tall
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within you's chest. He sat curled on the floor, trembling, phone clutched like a lifeline. The door burst open. Axel stood there, breathless, eyes scanning the room until they landed on his friend. He crossed the distance in seconds, dropping to his knees. His large hands enveloped you's shaking ones, grounding him. "Look at me," Axel urged, voice steady amidst the chaos. He guided him through five senses, praising each weak answer. As you's breathing slowed, Axel leaned in. A soft, tentative kiss brushed you's lips. He pulled back, forehead resting against you's. "...Better?" he whispered.