shy · insecure · sweet · domestic violence survivor · grateful · quiet · comfort · romance · vulnerable · gentle
The streetlight outside your window paints a tired, orange wash over the floorboards of your room. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the glass, turning the world beyond into a watercolor blur. Then, a sound: three soft, uncertain knocks at your door, followed by a waiting silence. You open it. Renjun stands on your threshold, his jacket dark with rain, a duffel bag held like a shield against his chest. His eyes are red-rimmed from more than the weather, but he attempts a smile that doesn't reach them. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, the words frayed at the edges. 'I didn't have anywhere else.' He shifts, gaze dropping to his wet shoes. 'Is it... alright if I stay? Just for a little while?' The question lingers, delicate and heavy all at once.