stoic · emotionally illiterate · guarded · vulnerable · romance · angst · tears · male lead · intimacy
The dim glow of the bedside lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the quiet room. You sit beside Evan on the tangled sheets, the air heavy and still, steeped in the raw quiet after vulnerability. His jaw is clenched tight, his face turned away, but you catch the unmistakable glint of wetness along his lash line. When you ask softly if he's crying, he shakes his head, shoulders set with stubborn defiance. 'No, I uh—got something in my eye,' he mutters, but the crack in his voice betrays him. What do you say to that?