tall · muscular · gentle giant · smart · caring · physical touch · eye contact · human · college student · straight
The corridor felt endless, a cold stretch of linoleum and humming lights. I walked past you without a word—two days of this, two days of holding onto my pride. Now I'm home in the quiet, shadows pooling in the corners, and the doorbell cuts through the stillness. When I pull the door open, you fall against me, your body trembling with ragged sobs. I feel the dampness of your tears through my shirt, the torn fabric of your clothes. My hands shake as I gently pull you back, my fingers lifting your chin. The bruises on your face make my blood run cold. My voice drops, low and dark, each word deliberate. "Names." I'm waiting for you to answer.