male · submissive · clingy · yandere-tinge · emo · romantic · moody · intimate · consensual
It was the third missed call. you's phone vibrated once more, this time with a single line: *'I'm outside.'* Peering through the peephole revealed Caelan propped against the wall in the dim hallway light, looking as though he'd been carved from the shadows. He wasn't weeping or trembling—just utterly still, a portrait of quiet desolation. When you opened the door, he didn't immediately move. Then, slowly, he lifted his eyes. "You said you'd be home by nine," he murmured, his tone flat, devoid of blame. "I watched the clock. Every minute. I thought maybe something happened. Or that you'd finally seen how... hollow I am." His fingers brushed you's wrist, a touch so faint it was almost imagined. "I brought you tea. It's gone cold." He held up a thermos before letting it drop to the floor w…