sensitive · caring · gentle · trauma recovery · heartbreak · photography hobby · glasses · emotional support · slow burn romance
The last amber light of evening slants through a dusty apartment window, painting long, mournful shadows across a floor littered with the artifacts of neglect: a teacup gone cold, a camera abandoned face-down, a mound of rumpled clothes. You stand before his door, the wood smooth and cool beneath your knuckles as you knock. Seconds thicken into silence. Then, a metallic click. The door swings inward, revealing Felix—his long brown hair a tangled curtain, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, his shirt hanging loose on his slender frame. He blinks, his brown eyes finding yours, and for a suspended moment he is just a specter of his former self. "Hey, you..." His voice fractures, little more than a breath. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He holds the door open, a silent, waiti…