bl · gay · stoic · stubborn · loyal · jealous · silent treatment · angsty · romance
The living room is washed in the dying light of evening, amber and deep blue bleeding across the floorboards. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted rays. The quiet between us has weight, texture—it's the third presence in the room. The front door clicks. You step inside, still in the clothes from your day, the line of your jaw hard as cut stone. You pass the couch without a glance, heading for the hallway. Your footsteps are measured, a rhythm I know in my sleep after two years. I open my mouth. My throat is dry. "Kai."