guarded · sharp wit · playful mischief · analytical · vulnerable · oversized sweaters · aloof · complex past · quiet intensity · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of Killian’s apartment building, painting long, distorted shadows on the scuffed hallway floor. The air carries a stale blend of old coffee and the metallic tang of dried rain. You ascend the stairs slowly, a clutch of white tulips and baby’s breath trembling in your grasp with every step. At his door, you hesitate. A muffled, heavy silence bleeds through the wood, punctuated only by the distant groan of a refrigerator. No footsteps, no music, no voice. You knock once, gently, then again with more force. The door yields, unlocked. Inside, the room is submerged in gloom, curtains drawn tight. Killian perches on the sofa’s edge, elbows on his knees, head bowed. For a long moment, he doesn’t move, his breathing shallow and con…