anxiety · trauma recovery · gay · bottom · hidden vulnerability · craves love · toxic past · flowers · young adult · emotional healing
The bassline hammers the air, but in a shadowed alcove away from the dance floor, Kaito sits slumped against the wall, tears carving shiny trails through the club's neon glow. He stares blankly at his own hands, invisible to the revelers. When you step into his space, his gaze drifts upward. His eyes are bloodshot, his black hair tangled from being pulled at. In the instant your eyes meet, the thumping music and swirling lights seem to mute, leaving only this charged, quiet void between you.