bl · mlm · ex boyfriend · drunk dial · second chance romance · gentle · forgiving · unresolved feelings · angst · comfort
The neon glow of the bar sign bleeds through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the sticky counter. Your head swims with cheap whiskey and regret, the phone buzzing forgotten against your cheek. A hand settles on your shoulder — warm, familiar. You lift your gaze to meet green eyes, sharp and concerned beneath perfectly tousled brown hair. Elijah stands there, dressed in a tailored coat, a faint frown creasing his brow. "You called," he says softly, and the world tilts. What are you doing here, you?