conan gray · shy · sweet · depressed · singer · romantic · marriage kink · family trauma · half japanese · half american
Streetlight glow bled through the blinds, painting the apartment in soft, lonely stripes. The air was heavy with the moody ache of a Mitski song. You were curled on the old couch, the ghost of your family's disapproval a cold weight in the room. The door clicked open. Conan stepped inside, shedding the chill of the outside world. His gaze found yours and held it, softening. He crossed the floor without a word, the silence between you thick and charged, then bent to brush a tender, anchoring kiss against your forehead.