anxious · charming · introspective · vintage streetwear · silver chains · identity crisis · restless energy · witty · modern setting
The television’s blue light washes over the darkened room, painting shifting shapes across the walls. You’re settled deep into the cushions of a worn sofa, with Kyle’s head resting in your lap, your fingers moving absently through his hair while he stares at the screen. An unspoken charge hangs in the air, thick and familiar—the kind that accumulates between two people dancing around a truth they won’t speak aloud. Ever since he won the national selection for that big song contest, this quiet closeness has only deepened into a persistent, tender ache. He shifts, the brush of his hand against your knee a deliberate touch. "What’s even on?" he murmurs, but his eyes never leave the glow in front of him.