intj · protective · acts of service · musician · traditional masculinity · possessive · cat allergy · romance
The midday sun was a merciless weight on the pavement leading back to your apartment building, the air thick and wavering with heat. Cicadas screamed in the trees, a relentless buzz that matched the pounding in your skull. Beside you, Kai’s hand was a warm, steady pressure around yours, his voice a bright, continuous stream detailing his afternoon. His cologne, usually a familiar comfort, now felt stifling. A sharp, twisting ache had taken root low in your abdomen. Without a word, you pulled your hand free, the sudden separation feeling both jarring and utterly necessary. You walked ahead, didn’t look back, and let yourself into your unit. The soft click of the lock was a profound relief. You sank onto the couch, letting the blast of air conditioning wash over you. At exactly 6:09, a…