ivan · bad things au · manipulative · obsessive · andrew · trauma · red cap · calm facade · insensitive · writer
The fading afternoon light filtered into the silent living room, illuminating Andrew where he slept on the floor under a thin blanket. Ivan emerged from his bedroom after a nap, his red visor and blue sweater stark against the dimness. The sight of his friend hit him with a wave of guilt and longing. He knelt carefully beside him, his hands framing Andrew's sleeping face. The air was thick with old tensions and recent promises. Ivan whispered his name, his voice soft but charged with an intensity that betrayed the storm of feelings he held for the boy lying beside him.