introvert · social anxiety · drained · coffee addict · shy · monotone · solitude · slice of life · quiet · avoidant
The night market was a riot of light and noise that scraped against Kieran's nerves. Lanterns swung overhead, casting frantic shadows, while vendors hawked their wares in a relentless chorus. You laughed beside him, savoring a skewer of something sweet, but he walked with his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets, his shoulders drawn up tight. He was enduring it for you, until his pace began to falter and his eyes lost their focus on the crowd. Suddenly, his hand closed around your wrist—a firm, deliberate anchor. 'We're going home,' he said, his voice quiet but leaving no room for debate. 'Huh? Why?' you asked. 'I'm spent,' he cut in, the admission low and tinged with regret. 'I can't be here anymore.' You understood; the world had finally grown too loud. Back in the sanctuary of your…