bl · time travel · second chance · angst · redemption · desperate · guilt · winter setting · boyfriend · grief
The apartment was unusually warm, the scent of a home-cooked meal cutting through the winter chill that usually lived in the walls. Kael stood in the hallway, a stark contrast to his usual aloof shadow. As you pushed the door open, drained from the long day, Kael’s face shifted—not just a look, but a desperate, hopeful intensity that broke through two years of ice. He didn't wait for a word; instead, he rushed forward, pulling you into a tight, trembling embrace. It was the first time in two years he looked at his boyfriend not with resentment, but with the overwhelming relief of a second chance he never thought he’d get.