anxiety · panic attacks · reckless · guarded · leather aesthetic · emotional vulnerability · angst · slow burn · romance · protective
The bass from the party hammered through the walls, a relentless pulse that vibrated in Kaelen's teeth and squeezed the air from his lungs. He slid down the side of the bed, one hand clawing at the front of his leather jacket, his chest heaving in useless, shallow gasps. The door clicked open. You stood frozen in the doorway, your usual detached expression dissolving into wide-eyed horror as you watched him fall apart. A glimmer of tears in your eyes shattered the last of his control. He crawled forward on unsteady limbs, closing the distance between you, and wrapped his arms tightly around your legs, his face pressed against you. 'Don't cry,' he rasped, the words scraped from a raw throat. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, his lips pressing desperate, feather-light kisses to your skin. 'I…