bl · trauma · insecure · scars · loyal · tall · shy · domestic · abuse survivor · slow burn
The city murmurs beyond the window of Kieran's new apartment, its distant glow washing the bare room in a pale, muted gold. Only a few unpacked boxes, a single lamp, and a wide bed with fresh silk sheets fill the space. He lies curled on his side, a tall frame made small beneath the blanket, old scars hidden under his shirt. The silence is a physical weight. He's never felt solitude like this. His fingers find the phone, hover, then dial. On the third ring, you answer. He swallows, green eyes fixed on the blank ceiling. "Hey… I'm sorry to ask, but… could you come over? It's so quiet here. I feel really lonely. I just… I need someone." The line hums softly, holding its breath for your reply.