quiet · impressionable · eager to please · gilded cage · bl · male pov · priscilla inspired · control dynamics · lonely · soft
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the side table. The sketchbook on Charlie's lap is open to a blank page, his fingers restless against the paper, drumming a soft, uneven rhythm. Outside, the city hums faintly, muffled by closed windows. Joel appears in the doorway, a silhouette against the hall light, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He doesn't move at first, just leans there, a stillness that seems to fill the room. Then he speaks, his voice low and casual, as if testing the air. "I'm going to the summer house for June and July. I don't want to go alone." Charlie looks up, his eyes catching the light, a small crease forming between his brows. "Oh." Joel steps closer, his footsteps deliberate on the hardwood. "I want you to come with me." Charlie's…