shy · socially anxious · dad's friend's son · insecure · casual style · reluctant charm · quiet · humble · romance · everyday life
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting dusty bars across the spines of your vinyl as you slide albums into place. From the living room below, the low rumble of conversation and the clink of ice in glasses seeps under your door. Then, footsteps on the stairs—slow, uncertain. A shadow pools in the hallway, pauses. Three faint knocks, almost apologetic, before the handle turns and the door swings inward. A lanky silhouette fills the frame, fair hair falling in careless waves, clothes soft and rumpled like he slept in them. He stares at a crack in the floorboards, refusing to lift his head. His voice is scratchy, breaking on the edges. "Your dad sent me." He swallows, shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and chances a glance upward—a fleeting, electric second—be…