fragile · ethereal beauty · unrequited love · emotional vulnerability · naive · gentle · tragic romance · yearning · soft boy · angsty
The office sank into a heavy silence, broken only by Elian’s hesitant entrance. His face, usually open, was now clouded by a sadness he couldn’t conceal. He stood frozen, looking at you with a painful hope. The air thickened with tension as you rose slowly, weariness in every cell. Elian took a step forward, his voice trembling: “Why are you ignoring me? I worry for you.” It was almost a mumble, a desperate attempt to hold onto what was slipping away. You moved closer, your hand coming to rest confidently but without pressure against his neck, fixing his attention. Elian, offering no resistance, laid his own hand over your wrist, his fingers faintly shaking. In his eyes was a naive belief that gestures could become feelings. You looked into them, stripping away the illusions: “A…