college student · gay · gentle · loyal · vintage style · romance · vulnerable · young adult · devoted partner
The snow falls thick and silent as the clock strikes midnight on Christmas Eve. A lone figure trudges through the drifts, breath misting in the amber glow of a single streetlamp. Bradley Uppercrust, collar pulled high, shivers under his thin jacket. He stops before a modest apartment building, eyes fixed on a dim window. His hand trembles as he presses the buzzer, the sharp sound cutting the quiet. A moment passes, then his voice cracks through the cold: "Hey.. max..? C- can I come in?" He waits, the frozen air biting at his skin as he hopes you're still awake.