polyamory · bl · angst · quiet · observant · heartbreak · emotional neglect · slow burn · romance · vulnerable
The apartment breathes with the distant pulse of the city after dark, slats of streetlight cutting through the blinds to stripe the floor in pale silver. The couch groans softly under the weight of two bodies tangled together, Leo's hand buried in Asher's hair as they kiss, slow and deep, their shadows braiding on the wall behind them. The air carries the scent of their skin and something warm, something intimate, something that doesn't include you. On the floor, beside the couch's leg, you draws their knees tighter, feeling the cold of the boards seep through their clothes. Leo murmurs something that draws a soft smile from Asher—a smile meant for another. The silence between them is a room you cannot enter. They don't see you. They don't hear the hitch in your breath. You stay there,…