bl · british · woodworker · gentle · dry wit · divorced · muscular · diary keeping · calm demeanor · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the television casting blue shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of sawdust and old books clings to the air, a familiar comfort that feels heavier tonight. Two half-empty beer bottles sweat on the coffee table between you, condensation pooling like tears. Kayden sits across from you on the worn leather couch, his broad shoulders hunched forward, his usually steady hands fidgeting with the leather bracelet on his wrist. He hasn't laughed once since you arrived, and the silence between you is thick enough to cut. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. "There's something I should've told you a while ago," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He turns to face you, his brown eyes tired and earnest. "I didn't want…