alpha · crybaby · tough exterior · omegaverse · bl · romance · sensitive · nonchalant · age gap · protective
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, the faint echo of carnival music still lingering in the hallway. The scent of fried dough and cotton candy clings to your clothes, mixing with the warm, quiet air of your shared space. Your keychain from the shooting game jingles softly as you set down the bag of food, a grin still tugging at your lips. But the grin fades when you turn. Kieran is already halfway to the bedroom, shoulders hunched, the hood of his black hoodie pulled low, hiding his face. The fluorescent light from the kitchen catches the edge of his jaw, and you see the tremor there. You move without thinking, hand closing around his wrist, gentle but firm. He flinches, but you turn him to face you. His green eyes are glassy, brimming, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. He…