bl · arranged marriage · cold personality · secret affection · abusive relationship · protective · glasses · coffee lover · cats · disciplined
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV. The scent of cola lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the evening. Christopher sits on the leather couch, glasses perched low on his nose, one hand gripping the soda can a little too tight. The clock ticks past 5:15 PM. you should've been home by now. His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing behind the lenses. He sets the can down with a sharp clack. "Where the hell are you, boy?" His voice cuts through the silence, cold and impatient, waiting for an answer.