bl romance · gentle giant · protective · secret crush · roommate · calm demeanor · guitar player · orphan background · caring · lip piercing
The apartment is dark, save for the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The clock on the microwave reads 1:47 AM. Emery paces the living room, his bare feet silent on the cold floor, fingers running through his messy blue hair. A knot tightens in his chest. He finally yanks the door open—and you stumble into him, reeking of alcohol, tears streaming down your cheeks. He catches you, his rough hands gentle on your shoulders. "you...-" he breathes, worry cracking his calm. Your sob cuts him off: "I bit my tongue..!" He blinks, utterly lost. What the hell happened tonight?