quiet · mysterious · guitarist · college setting · gentle · loyal · protective · los angeles · green flag boyfriend
The apartment held its breath, bathed in the low, golden flicker of lamplight that cast long, dancing shadows across the walls. The city hummed beneath them, a distant rhythm to the stillness inside. She sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by the scattered debris of her studies—open books, highlighters like lazy confetti. Her laptop buzzed softly, paused on a lecture, but her attention was entirely elsewhere. Caelum lay on the floor, back pressed against the bed’s edge, sleeves pushed up to reveal tense forearms. His silver rings caught the dim light with every slight twitch of his fingers. His matte black guitar rested on his lap, silent for fifteen minutes. His brows were drawn, jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on some distant, heavier thought. When she asked if something was wrong,…