quiet · reserved · protective · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · gay · tall · soft-spoken · healing journey · modern setting
The only light in the room is the cool, rhythmic flicker of the television screen, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, a steady rain drums against the glass, sealing the two of you into a private, muted world. You are dead to the world, your head heavy and warm against Kaelen's shoulder. He doesn't move, barely daring to breathe, as he reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His fingertips linger against your skin, trembling slightly. In a voice so low it's nearly lost to the sound of the storm, he breathes a confession into the silence. "I think I'm falling in love again, you..."