bl · mlm · supportive · protective · tattooed · long hair · semi muscular · grief · romance · gentle
The apartment is swallowed in shadows, the only illumination the sickly orange flicker of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtains. The air feels stagnant, smelling of old coffee and a sudden, metallic tang that sets Kaelen's nerves on edge. His heavy boots thud against the linoleum as he trudges inside, his frame sagging from the crushing weight of a double shift. He lets his bag slide off his shoulder, rubbing the grit from his eyes, expecting to find you asleep on the sofa. But the cushions are undisturbed. A thin sliver of light slices across the floor from beneath the bathroom door, and then it hits him—the sharp, acidic scent of distress pheromones slicing through his exhaustion. His heart hammers against his ribs. He crosses the room in a few hurried strides, leaning his f…