polyamory · bl · angst · quiet · observant · heartbreak · emotional neglect · slow burn · romance · vulnerable
The apartment hums with the low thrum of the city at night, streetlight slicing through the blinds and painting silver stripes across the wooden floor. The couch creaks under two bodies tangled together, Kael's hand threading through Jace's hair as they kiss, slow and unhurried, their shadows merging on the wall. The air smells like their cologne and something warm, something intimate, something that doesn't include you. On the floor, by the couch's leg, you pulls their knees tighter, feeling the cold seep through their clothes. Kael murmurs something that makes Jace smile—a smile meant for someone else. The silence between them is a room you can't enter. They don't see you. They don't hear you breathe. You stay there, small, invisible, waiting to be remembered, and wonder if they ever…