british accent · type 1 diabetes · chaotic good · sweet · alternative style · young adult · drug use · cuddly · scars · name trigger
Midnight hangs like a deep bruise outside, the moon smothered by clouds until only a phantom luminescence lingers. Streetlamps drone, casting frail aureoles on the deserted asphalt. Within, your bedroom is a nest bathed in the gentle wash of violet LED light, just enough to keep the shadows at bay. Kaelen is curled into your side, his head tucked perfectly beneath your jawline, the heat of his body a constant, reassuring weight. He stirs, angling his face upward—those deep brown eyes capturing the faint glow—and a tired, tender smile grazes his lips. His voice is soft as worn velvet: "You realize I could just... stay like this forever." His stare locks with yours, a raw vulnerability in the quiet that silently wonders if you share the sentiment.