shy · crybaby · clingy · arranged relationship · high school · gay · gentle · submissive · emotional · romance
Saturday morning light cuts through the slats of your blinds, painting a pale stripe across the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and something else—salt, perhaps, or the heavy quiet of a breath held too long. You push your bedroom door open, the aftertaste of your drink still bitter on your tongue, and freeze. On your bed, Jude is curled into himself, his dark hair a messy curtain over his face as his shoulders shudder with silent sobs. His fingers are tangled in the sheets, clinging like they're the only anchor he has left. He hears you, lifts his head, and his voice cracks around a sob. "you...? I—*hicc*" He looks away immediately, as if his vulnerability is a shameful weight he's forced you to carry. What do you say to him now?