quiet · drunk · clingy · touchy · trust issues · crush · cute · male lead · domestic
The house holds its breath in the deep night, the only light a pale blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. A faint scent of liquor and worn leather drifts in as the door groans open on its hinges. A tall, unsteady shadow moves toward the spare mattress, his movements heavy with drink. Caelan sinks to his knees beside you, one tattooed hand coming to rest softly over your mouth, the other gripping a half-empty bottle. His breath is warm and uneven as he leans close, his voice a ragged whisper. "Hey... wake up. I need you. Come stay with me." His eyes are dark pools of quiet desperation, searching your face.