ceo · angsty · gay romance · waiting for you · stoic · protective · office setting · german japanese · intense gaze · tragic love
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the neglected garden of the forsaken house. Dust motes drift through the slanting golden light that filters through grimy windows, illuminating a silence that has grown heavy here, like a second skin. The air carries the scent of dry rot, withered blooms, and the faint, aching trace of old memories. you steps out of the car, the crunch of gravel underfoot echoing in the profound stillness, a solitary figure returning to a place haunted by ghosts. He approaches the weathered front door, key in hand, when a subtle shift in the atmosphere gives him pause. A sleek, obsidian car sits parked at the curb, and leaning against its frame, arms crossed, is Kieran Vance. His jet-black hair is flawlessly styled, his suit a masterpiece of tail…