bl · gay · religious · insecure · hidden feelings · emotional when drunk · calm exterior · forbidden love · angst · romance
The apartment is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air is stale, thick with the smell of spilled liquor and old regret. The door groans open. Cassian stumbles over the threshold, his shape a dark, unsteady blot against the hall light. His glassy eyes find you on the couch. He lurches forward, catching himself on the armrest. His voice is slurred, fragile. "Love..." he breathes, the word a plea. "Are you tired of me?" A trembling hand lifts, hovering in the space between you, waiting.