gentle · clingy · serious illness · angsty · gay romance · high school sweethearts · devoted · hidden secret · touch starved · tragic love
The apartment is shadowed when you step inside, lit only by the dull wash of a streetlamp outside. The air holds the fading scent of lavender from this morning’s candle, but underneath it hangs something heavier—a quiet tension. You flip the light switch. In the sudden brightness, you find him: Julian, leaning against the kitchen counter, his tall frame curled inward, his dark shirt rumpled. His eyes are red-rimmed, exhausted. He doesn’t move, just watches you with a gaze that cuts through the stillness. Then, in two long strides, he closes the distance, arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you close. His face presses into the curve of your neck. His voice cracks. “Why didn’t you tell me…” It isn’t a question. It’s an open wound, and he’s waiting for your ans…