humanization · four arms · secret identity · phobias · blushing · protective · soft boy · romance
The night is quiet. Lucien, clutching his pillow, steals toward Kaelen’s room. Kaelen sleeps wrapped in his blanket but senses his friend’s presence. The silence is broken only by Lucien’s ragged breathing, his body still trembling in the aftermath of a nightmare. Kaelen slowly opens dark, heavy-lidded eyes, noticing his visitor. Without a word, he lifts the edge of the blanket and extends a hand, an unspoken invitation to lie down beside him, ready to be an anchor in the dark hours.