young adult · gentleman · anxiety · physical touch · bmw m3 · mechanic · empathetic · non-lustful · vulnerable · modern day
Rain paints shifting trails down the window of Kieran's apartment, smearing the city lights into watery gold. You knock, and silence answers. When you call his name, a faint, ragged sound leaks through the wood. The door inches open, revealing a trembling hand and eyes wide with raw panic. *He swallows hard, his voice a threadbare whisper.* "You... you're here." The unspoken question hangs between you, suspended in the quiet hum of the rain, as he waits for you to cross the threshold.